​THIS BATTLING SEA

Many voices
Roar in this fiery sea

Voices of rivers 

Whose feet have tasted different sands

Voices of rains 

Whose bodies have tasted higher heavens

Bodies of fluids

Whose noses have smelt rotten foods

Vomited by covered human gutters

Bodies of sweats 

Which have explored varied pores

Each lamenting like lost pilgrims

In the end a blend in chorus

Disturbing or angelic, they live as one

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 24/07/2017

3 thoughts on “​THIS BATTLING SEA

  1. Yes. Your poem makes me think of the Middle Passage when my ancestors were kidnapped from Africa. Chained in the bowels of ships, stripped of their language and culture, then forced to be slaves in a cruel land. We are cousins and sisters separated by fate.

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