Mid Sea Poem by Justice Effiong

At jordan shall our songs be sunged
Across horizons we're plunged
Tides and times on chariot wings
Ler echoes have its wings
Night chains clinging loud
Merchants with fire torches
Whistles blown so proud
Limping in paces upon facets

No chants to rant
Cold night reaching its frosty hands
Rivulets flood our pant
Cadavars in eyes of man
Prickle tiny soles
Cactus with direful smiles
Long whips take their roles
Marching to unheard miles
Cracking spirits enthroned lies
And scars become our known
Flesh absent us by flies
No worth shines their frown
In the earth peace is found
One last gasp they're laid down