Another Cruel Link In Their Chain

  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till the end.
The slaver sought cash, bestowed mammy a thrash,
	sold her babe to a gentrified friend.
Yes, life flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

With mammy not there, Sammy dared not to dare
	but to bide near the edge of the night.
Yet nevertheless one must always outguess
	else absorb burning stings of the bite.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Though learning the rules in the shadows of fools
	as he grew to a leery lean lad
he often defied but he never once cried
	although whipped at the post whene’er bad.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.


	2.   Youth

The cotton gin broke and nobody spoke,
	so ol’ Massa said  “BENNY’S TO BLAME”.
But Sammy said ‘No...  Massa, jus’ cain’t be so,
	no ’tain’t Benny, ’tain’t Benny’s sore name’.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

“LOOK, SEE IN HIS EYES HOW THAT N*G*** BOY LIES!” 
	- replied Sam ‘no I’s tellin da truth’.
But daring to speak earned him scars for his cheek
	and thus blemished the bloom of his youth.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

“THE COTTON GIN’S BROKE, AND THAT JUST AIN’T NO JOKE”
	and he called upon Benny to pay:
“BENNY GOT NO EXCUSE, DRAPE HIS NECK WITH THE NOOSE”,
	just as Sam feared ol’ Massa would say.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Black faces soon blanched as Ben bended a branch
	near the base of a broken oak tree.
His body hung bare as it swung in the air
	while the buzzards and crows shrieked with glee.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.


	3.   Flight

Sam’s feet were unclad, as befitting the lad
	(as alone as a stone in his path)
when  he started to run neath the sly sliding sun   
	being followed and fearing God’s wrath.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Surrounded and caught brought his efforts to naught,
	child in chains at the end of his trek;
winds wept as he went, with his spirit unbent,
	a cold collar of steel ’round his neck.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

“FLOG THE BOY FROM HIS TOES TO THE TIP OF HIS NOSE”
	- only so could a lesson be taught -
for to set an example, Sam’s death might be ample
	was what the ol’ Massa first thought.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

But since boughten at birth, Sam had proven his worth
	so his loss would be too much to bear
and as Sam was a child the ol’ Massa was mild,
	said “ENOUGH” when Sam’s back was laid bare.      
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.


	4.   Life

Sam grew to a man, branded ‘boy’ by the clan,
	as they spat on the trails that he tread;
should he dare raise his gaze with a gander that strays 
	they’d be certain to sever his head.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Once Sam found a wife whom they ripped from his life,
	yes along with the babe at her breast
(was it simply their greed or by heaven decreed?).
	Well, with hindsight you might guess the rest.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.


	5.   Destiny

From phantoms of fright neath the frail foggy night
	Sammy soared as he fled to escape
and he no longer crawled (lady liberty called!) 
	through the darkness, a black hole agape.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Unleashed! Frenzied dogs hounded Sam through the bogs,
	(baying beasts neath the bloody red moon).
White fangs intermeshed as they mangled his flesh,
	freedom flayed through the pale afternoon.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.

Sam’s body was torn leaving little to mourn
	but there’s really no need to despair
and there’s no need to cry for his spirit can’t die,
	being borne by bound men everywhere.
Yes, it flits like a flash, a lithe leathery lash,
	yet another cruel link in their chain.



                          EPITAPH

	                    SAM
Revolted and clashed ’gainst the cruel leather lash
	and broke free from the choke of their chain.



                         EPILOGUE

Those parts of the past that we gaze at aghast
	reveal harrowing questions quite plain –

Why people quite free, just like you, just like me,
	were so happy inflicting such pain?

Why we bask in the throes of humanity’s woes
	while the tyrants and tyrannies reign? 

Why we sit back and watch, sometimes scratching our crotch, 
	as it happens again and again?

And I’m wondering too (’cause I don’t have a clue),
	might we each be a link in their chain?
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Johnson Avatar
February 10, 2013 at 3:16 PM
of how it was and how it is, perchance the master gets his turn the whiz, where they roll back time, perhaps ther-is vengeance in an ironic situation, on the plantation of Damnation... the Lord thy God, is subtle, is. Don
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February 7, 2013 at 2:33 PM
I thought this a masterful write Terry when I read it before , you have looked into this. I am halfway through the book roots at this moment in time and find it quite painful to read. xx I hope I did it justice
Horne Avatar
February 6, 2013 at 1:30 PM
very powerful and thought provoking write, Terry - a sure winner if for a contest. Hope you're doing well : )
Kearley Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 9:58 PM
Thoughts quite well written...I once again feel the pain of the past.
May Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 9:07 AM
painfully powerful write Terry.....
Collins Avatar
February 1, 2013 at 9:07 AM
Check your e-mail
Dietrich Avatar
January 30, 2013 at 10:28 PM
WOW this is just incredible, Terry. A masterful ballad you have conceived. I was afraid to read it because I don't normally enjoy long poems. However, this one is very interesting and cleverly written. Also, it goes along with the theme of civil rights as I have been showing my class this week film clips from The Long Walk HOme, Mississippi Burning and Roots. Write on, poet, Write on.
Mac Donald Avatar
January 30, 2013 at 5:43 AM
A hauntingly harrowing write, Terry. "Sammy" didn't stand a chance against the cruel hostilities of the powerful and influential. Still, he''d had the will and courage to try to escape their tyranny.:( A veritably sad tale. You'd better get busy with those gold buckles, Terry!:) Best wishes, Mikki
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January 30, 2013 at 4:30 AM
Well I'm about medium good in my "school" English, so it takes some time for me to read such a "long" poem ..... but you have done a very good job with this Terry!! - Bravo!! - Thank you for reading my last poem, always nice with your visit. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
Horsman Avatar
January 29, 2013 at 9:55 AM
you certainly tell it as it is Terry, also such a wide knowledge of these aspects,, which you bring to us, this is as usual amazing poetry, far above the norm, one day need to unmask such talent that pens these truly absorbing poems,, which in my opinion are under read....again wonderful poetry,,,
Chircop Avatar
January 29, 2013 at 9:47 AM
Terry Terry..This gem is going to my fsvs where it belongs.Charma
Collins Avatar
January 29, 2013 at 7:26 AM
Dear Terry - good god Terry - talented, wise, "soulful"" writer in perfect gait This is your forte - experiment but don't change this. Call it simple rhyme if you must, but you are so wrong. I'll reply soon to your soup mail. I keep getting off track. love, Kathy
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