another boat full of dead families
washes up on the beach
for all their eternities
upturned bucket built sandcastles
await a different tide
we turn the boat about
push it back
to the nowhere it came from
let its shadow fall there
their forced middle passage
no more of a choice than times past
we look away and build sandcastles
in the air of our own enslaved mindset
Yesterday a photo journalist by the name of Santi Palacios posted a disturbing image on Twitter, which formed the basis for this poem.
Middle Passage was a term used to describe a portion of the Slave trade route.