The blend was awesome
A unique portrait filled with brilliant conversations
The boat was empty
Waiting for passengers that had accustomed new cultures
The Ocean . . .
My homeland of wisdom
A parent to many boats
Having sailed through many shores
Before the dawn had opened its mouth
Tonight my lips are sealed with palm oil and pasta
The liberal statement from a curious tongue
A tongue filled with oil
Oil that has kissed the skin of the land
Oil filled with blood
The blood of my people
With different strokes but a common cord