Moved in thousands
Hordes herded
Removed
Mothers from daughters
Fathers from sons
Husbands from wives
Splintered
Some seeing one another for the last time
Others later reunited
At this moment, neither was certain
Crowded vessels
Where so many sojourn
This final destination
No promised land
Milk and honey, there was not
But flowing nonetheless
A mass influx
Guided under a guise
No rest for the weary
