Day after day, Night after night.
Working my ass off till the dusky light.
A rawhide whip to my back
to keep my mind and body on track.
Pain is a friend to me now
since I can't get away anyhow.
I know of the arduous life ahead.
The life of work till I'm dead.
The days pass like grains of sand.
Draining slowly out of your hand
till you're left empty handed and free
and this will happen to you and me.
A crime maybe you didn't commit
but to them, you still ain't shit.
They just want power over you and your soul
and they'll beat you to death to keep control.
They don't want to see you breathe
as their hate of mankind seethes.

10/19/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this after seeing the movie O' Brother where art thou...

Posted on 10/20/2003
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