On the other side of the window,
down the grey, damp hallways,
you can hear the echoes, of chains rattling,
and the whispers of ghosts,
shackled in regret.
Occasionally the camera of a tourist,
will pick up a stray image, unseen,
to the eye.
If you listen carefully,
you can hear the moaning, the lamenting,
of history’s blood.
Regardless of the flags they carried,
the ghosts declare,
“we should have never had slavery”
“we should have never harmed,”
“the first people”,
forever and ever declaring,
“we should have never destroyed,”
and the noise of their chains,
rattles down the grey, damp hallways,
of the old stone fort,
Blessings to everyone and peace!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree