the chain gang moved three miles of cane today
sweet misery
hot sun
sore backs
not enough water
pay for your crimes boy
bosses on horse back whipping and shouting
curses
faster
not time yet
one more row
southern justice they call this torture
never
eat
sugar
again
free world dreaming while marching into the fields
cutting
dull knives
sweat pours
sun hotter
so tired we don’t want chow or water anymore
just sleep
long sleep
getting free
no more cane
