The Aftermath: The Second Storm

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

SPECTRUM WAVE MUSIC ENT.

COPYRIGHT@2025

And when her last satellite loop faded from the screen,

A second, colder storm moved in, bureaucratic and mean.

The world’s nations, in panic, issued a global ban:

“No travel from the Sisters’ lands.”

Not for aid, not for family, not for a helping hand.

They banned the flight, banned the boat,

Cut the sisters adrift, left them barely afloat.

They called it “biosecurity,” a “quarantine zone,”

But it was a sentence to suffer and die alone.

The Sisters’ Pact: Forged in the Flood

But in the mud, in the salt, in the crushing debris,

A pulse remained. An old, familiar key.

Haiti, from her ruin, remembered the weapon she’d won.

She did not send a ship, or a gun.

She sent the blueprint of freedom, etched in spirit and blood.

Cuba, though crippled, sent her doctors into the sludge,

Nurses who understood surviving a judge.

Jamaica sent rhythm, the deep, grounding beat,

To organize feet when there was no food to eat.

They became a Triune Coast, a single, wounded will.

Their liberation was no longer a political bill,

But a spiritual fact, proven under the wheel.

The world banned their bodies, their passports, their flight,

But it could never ban the soul that rose in that night—

The soul that was three, yet utterly one,

The Sisters of the Scourge, who could never be undone.

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