Captives
He came across the ocean
and landed on their shore,
Looked at all the scenery
he’d never seen before;
But his head was spinning madly
and his barefoot feet were sore,
So he boarded ship and sailed away
to be seen nevermore.
It was the strangest evening
as the sea breezes did sing,
And somewhere in the distance
heard bells of freedom ring.
He came and went with most he had
but left one single thing:
A crudely written sign that said
“I’ve claimed this for my King”.
They’ve waited and they’ve waited
through pouring rains and sun;
They’ve waited in the mornings
long after days were done.
Sometimes numbers were waning,
sometimes was only one;
Though they’ve waited and waited
no more boats did ever come.
They once held the dinners
just near the landing site,
Music played and people danced
throughout most of the night.
Oft’ they’d read the yellow words
from the sign that stands upright,
But one and all will tell you, now,
freedom’s but a fading light.
There been funerals, there been newborns
as the tides ran high and low,
Everyone has got a name
though there be not one you know.
If you’re ever passing by
won’t you stop and say “hello”?
They’ll make you feel most welcome
and they’ll never let you go!
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2014
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