Poetry

WITHOUT THE SIRENS

Without the sirens,
Our fathers heard the marriage bells.
Dear wind,
Please ferry this plaint to
The sons and daughters
Whose umbilical cords knew this soil,
Tell them,
Yes tell them
That to be someone else is expensive,
And ask them
To choose between the apparels weaved with our toil
And the garments that swam the sea.

Without the sirens,
Our fathers heard the marriage bells.

Just remember this.

©TurksonQuills

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