On a ship without a name, captured in the dark unknown sea,
thousands of soldiers are ordered to be.
Along the railings, staring into the dark night,
brave men are waiting for command, ready to fight.
Clouds appear and the sea gets wild,
from the lowest depths you hear screams like a child.
They suffer from seasickness and ubearable smell,
the air is so thick you may compare it with hell.
Sailors have done this voyage before,
one time for adventures, but now they are at war.
The Cape of Good Hope is a dream in their mind,
I doubt they are able to fight for mankind.
Written in response to A Love Child by Doris Lessing
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