These Ain't No Daisy Chains
By forest_for_ever
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No Daisy Chains
Torn from my roots
I’m bound for Alabama
Won’t be no sweet home for me
For I’m bound
These ain’t no daisy chains
Lain in shit an squalor
In the bowels of Hell
No sun to make me blossom
I got to call him ‘Massa’
The land of the free?
You got to be kiddin’ me
Won’t be no place to run
No time to call my own
Gabriel, I’ll soon be pushin’
Shedding tears of sorrowed rain
These ain’t no daisy chains
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Another brief and neat
Another brief and neat thoughtful little one. Interesting that with all the desperate situations, some of the slaves must have been happier than some of the masters, because of knowing God's comfort, and some slave-master relationships developed respect and into more of a 'workplace' relationship. Rhiannon
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