Someone Rich in Liverpool

worm eaten timber
rotting stench
rough hewn planks abrade my naked flesh
trying to gulp in
stifling heavy air
in a salt water drench , gasping, retching,
not able to move
manacled either side
two other wretches
manacled each on theirs ad infinitum
as this human cargo
heaves with the swell
I know not why I have been condemned to hell
torn from my family
herded into this pit of death
beef driven to market
by callous men
because the colour of my skin
will make someone rich
in Liverpool

By M. McTier