Swimming across the Atlantic is Adeline,
A savage beauty scarred by time,
And born in a world of great crime.
Capturing the hearts of men,
Imprisoning them in iron shackles,
Enslaving them for a lifetime.
The slaver of thousands,
A trader of flesh, a lover of gold,
O! She can be so cold.
An oceanic journey of 10 weeks,
That doesn’t give birth any black envy,
To be bought and sold as commodity,
Like sugar, tobacco, coffee.
Four square feet of space with the smell of dread,
Smaller than the coffins for the dead,
Jumping ship when the chance arises,
They’d rather be dead bodies adrift the Atlantic,
Soon to be dead beings, this is what the ship comprises.