Ocean wide, highest tide.
Tears cried, swept away by rain, increasing pain.
Swirled into the raging tempest, forever adjoined to the depths of the ocean floor.

Ocean beautiful, timeless free.
Conveyor of the great migration, Journey of desolation.
Currents the conduit of degradation, forever adjoined to the demise of a nation.

Ocean waves, rolling blue.
Screams of tortured souls, through your billows roll.
Calling loudly for the soil of the Ivory coast, forever adjoined to their eternal mourning.

Ocean bold, yet bounded.
Devastation once compounded, glory never confounded.
Power emblazoned, I stand in amazement.
Land of Ivory, and METAMORPHIC stone, still the place your people call home.
May our voices, to you never be unknown as we call to you from across the Atlantic.

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