CRIES FROM THE OCEAN

In the edge of time must I address _

I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap

From the excerpts of our agony's cup, must I account our taste of time,

I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

As a voyage it all began:

On a road of vagueness we headed towards Evolution, towards bartered mirror for territory Our ancestors were conned to slavery.

In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

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A black monkey turned white begins to suffer his own people Encroached in the silhouette of a webbed deceit of long nosed Yes! Trading and bargaining on men like items of industry. He is called Ajele!

From the excerpts of our agony's cup must I account our taste of time,

I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.

Boys and girls are seized from sucks

They become sucks of chains

Lined up like fishes in a can

Carried off to the plantation now called Caribbean!

In the edge of time must I address_ I am he who tells the tale of our roadmap.