Text No. 2


Here is the second installment of text I have written in connection with a project I am working on with @theferebee. It feels like the parachute opened, albeit with some tangles in the lines.

Text No. 2©

Cap cinched tight on my brow

My mother’s cross tucked in the pocket over my heart

“Take this spade and you will dig, dig through it all”

I heard the Boss Man start

“And what is your reward at the end of the day?

This bag of gold, it will give you a place to stay”

But this was not the farmer’s field my father knew

No, for the crop is men’s pride & respect

These are sold in the market and not by a few

So it was ours, to see all we could collect

Each worth blood to its original owner

But a few pieces of silver & it’s acquired by another

My hands would bare no calluses

My knees would not be stained by mud

My heart would turn to salt

A smile on my face as I shook his hand with my right

A spade driven deep in his soul with my left

You’ll find it easier as the days pass

He won’t be your brother & she won’t be your sister

If your conscience still tries to whimper

Drink a stiff one and swallow hard Mister

So it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t right

But it was better that what I had

At least in the Boss Man’s sight

My mothers cross disappeared

I am not quite sure when

But that was alright

I would get another when I saw her again

You’ll find it easier as the days pass

He won’t be your brother & she won’t be your sister

If your conscience still tries to whimper

Drink a stiff one and swallow hard Mister

Have you jumped lately? Stay classy.

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