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A Ship Called Shame 

 Creak, Creak,
Slosh, Slosh
The Sacrifice drifted off the coast.
A hospital ship full of bones.
Whips cracked and chains dragged,
with groans of slaves from long ago.
The ship formerly called Mammon remembered.
Men hauled from below, cast overboard in chains, by Captain’s orders.
Howls of fear pleading in ancient tongue collided with splashes.
But another voice rose.
A curse, from the witch doctor before being tossed.
Curses stained the ship, through years, owners and names.
The military hospital ship struck with plague that slew all aboard.
The last man died, seeing demons clinging to the mast, howling shame.

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