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No verdant-edged bay covered with sand
tells of the happenings when pitiless man
sailed indifferent ships laden with cuffed
lovers, husbands and strong sons enough
to build with intent the Slave-Trade abuse.
No sign left of iron hood or human noose
rusting around pain-made mansions here
but listen to women's moanings, for years
carried by oceans their grief not grown old.
Such tears interfere with peace, as foretold.