Sail Amsterdam

I have a problem
With tall ships
Of the wooden kind
 
As I tend to hear
The cries of slaves
From their bellies
 
Craftsmanship
Naval bravery
Nor maritime history
 
All that VOC jazz
Proudly sailing the seas
 
Can not divert me
From my déjà vu
 
The rotten smell of evil

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