“Slave Driver”

Working and toiling, working and toiling
Under the hot and excruciating sun
With no clothes on a black and glistening skin
Standing behind with the whip ready to crack

Working and toiling, working and toiling
Under a bleeding heaven with tears of
Torrential rain crying for the black boy in the fields
With manacled feet and a padlocked lips
Sprawling on muddy waters with a network of
Bleeding weals on a glistening back so black

Cutting and dumping, cutting and dumping
Cane sugar on ridges on an empty stomach
Stifled with padlock hanging on the lips
Manacled feet of the black boy in the fields

Weep not black boy, weep not
Better days are coming do not fret
Come back home, mother is waiting
But the way back home is in oblivion.
I cannot find the way back home
Only to the white house
A dream from yesterday’s future.

 



3 thoughts on ““Slave Driver”” by Onen (@Onen)

  1. LOL…….I can see you hard it in stories and actually saw the black presidente………

    Nice one !

  2. nice

    Weep not black boy, weep not
    Better days are coming do not fret
    Come back home, mother is waiting
    But the way back home is in oblivion.
    I cannot find the way back home
    Only to the white house
    A dream from yesterday’s future……. love this xoxoxo muuch

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