These Ain't No Daisy Chains

By forest_for_ever

Sun, 28 Apr 2019
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No Daisy Chains

 

Torn from my roots

I’m bound for Alabama

Won’t be no sweet home for me

For I’m bound

These ain’t no daisy chains

Lain in shit an squalor

In the bowels of Hell

No sun to make me blossom

I got to call him ‘Massa’

The land of the free?

You got to be kiddin’ me

Won’t be no place to run

No time to call my own

Gabriel, I’ll soon be pushin’

Shedding tears of sorrowed rain

These ain’t no daisy chains

Certificate PG
Poem
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Another brief and neat thoughtful little one. Interesting that with all the desperate situations, some of the slaves must have been happier than some of the masters, because of knowing God's comfort, and some slave-master relationships developed respect and into more of a 'workplace' relationship. Rhiannon