What weight it bore,
The ship which carried them across the sea’s back,
What weight it bore.
The sea, which upon the master did ride,
What weight it bore.
The captain and the wheel,
Breaking the storm and the wind,
What weight it bore.
The sails and the wind, like shadows,
What weight it bore.
The shore of the land,
Sand and rock,
What weight it bore.
The water, pressing the ground,
What weight it bore.
The ship, with the master,
What weight it bore.
The first boat, the first paddle,
The first pull, the first push,
The first wave, the last movement,
What weight it bore.
The first boot, the first step,
What weight it bore.
The first man, as if the skull beckoned,
Back bent, weathered face,
What weight it bore.
The new world, the new people,
What weight it bore.
A new nation, a new nation,
What weight was born for this?
The first shot, the first blood,
The first war, the first death,
The first freedom, the last world.
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