On the coast of Ghana one finds an original slave Castle, preserved and in all its insanity kept for all to visit. Going there is eerie, as you walk down the tunnels into the slave pit where the only light comes from small 4x4 inch slots 30 feet up in the ceiling. Here the slaves (separated by sex) would wait, crowded in this dark, damp place for the slaver to arrive. When it did, they would be herded through the narrow passage ways where the final gate one reads the following script -Road of No Return. This poem was written after that journey, and is the third of the Ghana series. Road of No Return Rodney//99 Slow - beat the drums from long ago and a distant shore - lost in the memory of misery. Silent -flows the tears of mothers, fathers, sons, daughters - stolen in the middle of their morning. Dark is the tunnel, down that passage, through the portal to this continuous night of despair. Angry - shouts the walls floors stained with blood dried centuries ago by those whose silent screams yet fills the void. Thick - listen to the air crying out their names, smell their souls poured out into the mist as a million souls blended with a million dreams, blends with a million lost on the road of no return. -- umoja -- rodneyc.. for more of my poetry please check; http://www.ulbobo.com/umoja ------------------------------------------------------- RecOzNet2 has a page @ http://www.green.net.au/recoznet2 To unsubscribe from this list, mail [EMAIL PROTECTED], and in the body of the message, include the words: unsubscribe announce or click here mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]?Body=unsubscribe%20announce This posting is provided to the individual members of this group without permission from the copyright owner for purposes of criticism, comment, scholarship and research under the "fair use" provisions of the Federal copyright laws and it may not be distributed further without permission of the copyright owner, except for "fair use."
