Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
13.05.2026
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Bitter Fruit
Bitter fruit ones pallet tastes,
long ago, bellies roared.
Torn flesh in a crowed cage
while sea men squeezed in more.
Chains became the jewellery worn,
sisters plunged the deep sea,
babe in arms,
saved from a life of depravity.
Worst things than death,
bold and clear.
Hate begat the air,
So began that life of pain
our ancestors gleaned to wear.
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