A poem about slavery in the 1800's and the brutality of it |
Confined in a dark place Not so much room As a man in a coffin Sittin in this slave galley Men dying from suffocation Others waitin to get to a plantation Once there, it only got worse. Depression and thunderous cries Stiff from the lash Niggers dripping with blood Running out the deep slashes Down to their calloused feet Tables owned by whites Beatin’ em Boilin’ em Burnin’ em Workin’ em The whites were a KKK White man with a cowhide whip Beat em, and the blood flew The tears Streaming down his shaggy face The crack of the lash, the shrieking Was heard from dark till bedtime Amoung them Sorrow and sufferin Devprivation Whites yellin and cussin Shootin “Damn a nigger what can’t stand nothing.” Heels and back cut and raw Course blanket, rough Stick of wood pillows Nothing to eat but yams Famished Work in the field all day But have to have some fun Saturday nights Had to dance or do something That’s right Dancing and singin tunes All throughout the night Blacks appearing to be dumb Stupid animals, huddled cattle Whites authoritated Educated But you can’t make them blacks work no more No, not after they rebel Whites were not slaves They were free So, why not every man? |