Slaves: <br /> <br />Floating soft in the haze <br /> below a coffins shroud, <br />suspended on cross of wood <br /> hanging knotted rope, <br />Masters pull and twist <br /> handles of the cord, <br />fallen from a roof on high, <br /> man of broken hope. <br /> <br />Animals: <br /> <br />Billow light in glistening brook <br /> wings of feathered down, <br />from the violence of a gun, <br /> drifting blood floats down, <br />reflections on the whitewashed walls <br /> slaughter house of gory pools. <br />hush the rustle of a leaf, <br /> animals hasten fear ahead the bloody thief. <br /> <br />Men: <br /> <br />Sacred cups upon the table <br /> drunk of dark red wine, <br />stand proud to face the foe, <br /> armed with gun and knife, <br />crimson flame shots hit home, <br /> the enemy are taken, <br />slaves and animals adorn the ground, <br /> Lords and Masters face the day that's breaking.<br /><br />Richard Allen Beevor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slaves-animals-men/
