An Oarsman
not a captain or a first mate
but an oarsman was to be their fate
the oarsman row the ship along
either one , two or hundreds strong
one small part of a large ship
but surly the tool that carries it
from sea to sea
an oarsman must have rhythm
and his back must be strong
his work is heavy laden
and his toil is all day long
sometimes when they falter
they feel the lash of the whip
the weakness of an oarsman
may alter the course of the ship
the life of a slave. an intelegent animal
a God forsaken trade,
reserved for the damnedable
the oarsman and his fate
though terrible and long
they did the work
and sang the oarsman song
they pulled the oars
moving the ship along
and all they get for thanks
was the lash of the whip
places were discovered
empires were built
the sea's goods were delivered
from oarsman driven ships
but still ; no thanks for the oarsman
or slave.
Has America ever thanked the slaves?
or the lowly who work the hardest and are
paid the least
are we still yet oarsmen
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2009
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