Sons of the Land of Kush

Drought and sweltering flames

Stumbling limping forms

Millions into ashes reduced

Seared lands miming Mars

Famine, dearth and death

Hapless tears shed

Noble silence sustained

Gaunt ghostly angel faces

By whirring muggy crawling flies beset

to a mother’s wrath unmoved

Drum-like swollen bellies

Under ragged, wilted bodies

Googly eyes bemused

Vacant gaze into eerie horizons strayed

Beaten worn out wrecks

Sunken makeshift boats

Of the wretched Guineamen reminiscent

Hamstrung bodies by thousands

with Amphitrite’s spouse wrestling

Wailing children from shriveled bosoms

brutally wrenched

Distraught despondent cries by gods unheeded

Into the mare internum’s embrace,

lifeless bodies silently slip

Like a choreographed ballet flutter 

Until the end of times 

Nested like pearls in oyster’s shells

lives, love, hopes and dreams ruthlessly scythed

How many oceans must you sail

Deadly storms and thunders face

Scylla’s and Charybdis challenges take

Whippings on your scarred back, bear

Mountains and fences climb and paths trail

Mortification and ignominies suffer

Broods on the altar of blood-thirsty gods sacrifice

Ere safe shores of promised bounties

And lush green fields be reached

Oh children of the land of Kusch

where forgotten pharaohs once ruled

and riches abound cause flowed