“Sankofa”

Away from these lonely shores we sail

Drifting in the rompous waves

No varmints chasing through the woods

As freedom grants us way.

The frogs croak their song

As sails unfurl in torpid winds,

What luck we have

In our flight

And gaze with envy at the gliding sparrow.

Oh, how the little bird flies

Bound by no works of nature.

And here we stand

Floating aimlessly in the path of waves

One surge forwards

Followed by two to the right

How shackled we are

To the ground so firm.

To oars we went

So determined not to stay

Cutting the water with our wooden knives

We began our resistance

Fly away, far away

And never look back.

- Pathmark Express