The Sharing of Crop

They said we would be rid of our chains But, they've only grown tighter They said that welts would heal and fade But, all I feel is the tenderness of new wounds We’re always looking up at the stars Cause our feet never seem to touch the ground We HANG above the rest! But not in a way you would expect? So, this is the sharing of the crop? They issued us free, right? But I don’t feel it That emancipation proclamation of devastation Of disappointment The ink is distorted by the tears of decomposed slaves Waiting to be seen and heard They laugh at our pain What pleasure is there to be gained?? You call yourself “sharing?” Only taking away more from us Say that we just have "a little more" debt to work off As the hours turn to days Days turn to weeks Weeks turn to years At the command of God They lock us behind bars Whip us with our sins and hatred Discipline us with our disobedience The captivity of our sins is too much to bare I want to die! I can no longer handle being alive The muscle falls from the bones As I become apart of the Earth Along with the sins of my ancestors