Sailors Curse

January 11, 2018
By exiledbrick BRONZE, Wyoming, Pennsylvania
exiledbrick BRONZE, Wyoming, Pennsylvania
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Sailed a thousand miles from my home,
Going unto oceans never known,
To the seas of the native man,
Out so long that our skin turns tan,
I heard the cannons roar and cry,
I saw most of my allies die,
Unto the sails I climb to the gates,
Sorry heaven, I will be late,
The saber of the man held at my skin,
I would never sail unto those seas again,
So I sail to Cuba, where my family lies,
Only to see a cannon ball fly by,
It ripped through the helm, turning better to worse,
Never again, will I speak of that sailors curse

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