PORTRAIT OF A SLAVE

1^st Verse -The Master

 

Said the Slave to the Master:

Do I need to be all-brave?

To carve and shape my destiny?

When all my fortunes lead to a dark grave.

And all my children are to be slaves?

 

2^nd Verse – The Master

 

Said the Master to his Slave:

Your gods are lifelessly wooden

And your men are but little fish,

With my bait, and my hook a swish

With my horse, shiny mirror in a nook

And also have I managed, with the Book

And the stick that thunders sound

To make you run faces aground

 

Have you not turned when I preach?

To spit at your fathers’ wreath?

Now with a cold coin and a gun

Did you not leave that loin?

 

3^rd verse – The Slave

 

Said the Slave to his Master

Now I wish to say nothing but a thank you

Without you the rives were the only banks

Our gods are in the ground, yet yours is up

We tread on them,

Their faces choke on our dust

 

Indeed I need not to be brave,

And l’II come with you

And always be your slave