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By: Tom Zart
It’s 1606 as we hunt the high seas For ships of gold, silver or gem stones. We eat moldy cheese, dried apples and fish Till the crew in all are mussels and bones. None of us expect to live past 40 Seeking to prosper and we don’t care how. There‘s a bounty to be paid for each man’s head Dead or alive where condemned men now. Our guns are many from the ships we’ve seized With their cannons of bronze as valuable as gold. We have extra sails to harness the winds Providing speed to out run, overtake and hold. Sometimes we spare our captives for ransom Sometimes because we need their gender. All become slaves and we their masters Fearing the unknown and who must surrender. Bloody pirates to the man we have become It’s the only life we know how to live. After death will keep our date with fate Facing justice with our past to forgive. By Tom Zart
PIRATES
zart08@netzero.net
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