Mary Louise Buggs 

Oakland, CA, USA

 
 
 
 

Supernatural 

Looking through the supernatural 
I see the slave ship Moriah 
Moving slowly under the hot sun 
My ancestors under stress, no fun 
No ticket, bodies naked and exposed 
Washed down by water hose 
I see Malcom, Martin, Rosa, Harriet, 
Nat, Emmit, and John Brown 
Reassuring them all it ain't over yet 
The devil put them on the ship 
God will free them some day 
Listen to the drums 
Freedom is on its way. 
 
All poems Copyright © 1998 Mary Louise Buggs. All rights reserved.