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Then surge of human tide
The fruit of the raindrops had arrived
Refusing to be harried against the strongest tide
Her dress no more than canvass sack
Swollen belly but not with fat, naked leg, arm and back
Leather black skin and protruding bone
The Queen of Africa stood alone

This little ship with a sack for a sail
Sailing, sailing, beyond the pail
To save a ship with a smaller sail
With a heart full of dew drops
Under you’re dirty torn sail
Refusing the fruit of the rain drops
As onward you sail

With Mother love and Father care
As sisters love and brothers share

Now turns the little ship
Carrying one extra small sail
As she’s blown along with love in her sail

kevin your brother
In Christ