Madness

Ships adorned with great white sails

approach the shallow cove                

Strangers from a far off land

their hunt,  a treasure trove

Morning light they come ashore

their prey soon overcome

Families bound in heavy chains

their horrors just begun

Broken hearts and untold pain

their weeping never ends

Whips that tear the flesh apart

while many prayers ascend

What madness can account for this

and who shall recompense?

How can people be so cruel

with vial ambivalence?

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