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