Help Is Dead

I'm by myself, I've cried long for help Ears listen, But, Hands shortened Help here is like a red moon My pottery plate is empty I see people eating plenty And gave my plate for an offering That would appease my suffering Help here is a taboo My raiment is tattered I see many on the ground scattered I bent to take one, eh! The owner came Thief, thief thief, she flogged me cane Help here is dead