The Whips Of History - 2
Gentlemen, behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,
Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus
I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay
learn your tasks as a shadow learns it's body and thus shun duress,
and don't believe for a moment that you'll enjoy some escapade of freedom
towards the Atlas Mountains like a fox on a rat hunt
the Numidians and Turegs will either rape and kill you to break boredom
or they will rape and return you to us for reward and clout,
to prevent any confusion as to whom you belong to
the tattoo of a sphinx above the letters L.A.M. will be your new birthmark
obedience to excellence in labor shall be your trademark until the day is through,
this is not a home for heros, nor is it a prison for those of desolate moxie
wonder not what good your purpose is, the soul knows what must be,
Wonder not what good your purpose is, the soul knows what must be,
Junia, when you told me your womb was wealthy with new spirit
a spring breeze played your hair and the youth of the sun spoke upon your pretty face warmly
in my heart I heard horns of hope, feeling freedom's fire lift,
I remember being a boy in Belgium playing proudly
in the unclaimed crops and within the ancient forest
before Rome's blades of battle found the soul's bone deeply
my people were warrior farmers of creative zest loving liberty's crest,
and you Junia, as a girl in Britannia were a princess of happiness
we had no inkling of defeat nor imagined the weight of chains
the slap of the whip and command of a cold crow were impossibilities,
I want to take our lives back to that nobility of nature's instincts
I won't allow our child to be born chattel of the Roman Boudreaux port of aristocracy,
we will escape to the frontier where our love and independence have priority,
We will escape to the frontier where our love and independence have priority,
Does it split your heart to have been born a slave Vivian...
I was not born a slave Dominus, I came forth from the unseen divine freely...
Are you displeased that the gods allowed you to enter life in a yoke of shame...
What is the body if not a yoke of passion and guaranteed mortality Dominus...
The fruit of your Mother is the harvest of my household, by law, by force...
I am the fruit of an inexhaustible desire to experience the heat of urgent existence...
Manumission is a magnanimity that I want you to earn Vivian, to deserve liberty's kiss...
Is my beating heart not currency enough...
You are my prostitute of delicate domination, a self righteous seduction...
I am a power of absolute lust, a business woman with a diamond cuff...
Yes, and shall buy your freedom, and govern my brothel as Mistress Vivian...
I will become a lioness that protects kittens and secures your interests...
We will be the trustees of life's passions...
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2016
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