Saturday, August 31, 2013

Saturday Poetry: What Did Thou Do to Thy Master?




Old Dead Tunneler:

Look at thee
A young man, strong and black
A musket tore your back.
Three hundred guilders lost
Did Master rue the cost
of his African
so strong and black?

Old Dead Tunnelers (chorus):

It is true
that thee are with us now
Thy Master’s guilders gone
No doubt he mourns the loss
but killed you nonetheless.
One of his best.
What did thou do, my son
to thy Master?

Old Dead Tunneler:

Look at thee
Rings burned around thy neck
Eyes plucked from thy face
The Pearls of Africa
are missing from thy case.
Thy master stole thou eyes?
No others tell thou that
they still are used
to find your way, to this our home?
Young slave made blind.

Old Dead Tunnelers (chorus):

Thy Master’s guilders gone.
No doubt he mourns the loss
but killed you nonetheless.
One of his best.
What did thou do, my son
to thy Master?

Look at thee
Africans strong and black.
(Look at me
African strong and black.)
Thy Master’s loss our gain
Thy mutilation is their shame.
Three hundred guilders thrown away
is not the measure of
Two warriors in our midst.
Returned to the Mother’s land
because of what thee did
to thy Master.

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