A Negro slave is all I’ve ever been Since snatched, branded with a red-hot poker Stripped bare and whipped aboard lying unclean Fettered and chained with an iron choker
Oh, Sweet Jesus, the things...
We cast off the mooring ropes and head out into the early morning mist, hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn feeling the filling canvas make her list, leaving the strident seagulls far...