The Dancers
SEE HOW WE DANCE AND SWEAT TO OUR MASTERS
WHO PLAY THE DRUM LIKE OUR LONG DEAD FATHERS-
OUR EYES ARE DEAFENED AND OUR EYES BLINDED,
WHILE BY THEM OUR CHERISHED GOLD IS MINDED-
EVERYDAY WE SWEAT IN THE DANCE-GOOD FOOLS
WHILE OUR GOLD IS STOLEN WITH ALL OUR TOOLS
AND CARRIED AWAY TO THEIR HOME FOR ENRICHMENT
LEAVING US POOR,SAVE WITH BLEEDING GARMENTS-
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NGT NGT | Year Posted 2010
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