From despair, a longing for a better place to be.
He stares hopefully, counting his future in his past pennies.
They left in thousands, just as now.
In bigger boats, most found new lives,
the Coffin Ships took the rest. Like on the Med
where today another 100 souls were put to bed
suffocated in the hold
transported like the slaves of old
as fat cats lick the cream from their passage
to a better place to be.
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