Slaves:

Floating soft in the haze
below a coffins shroud,
suspended on cross of wood
hanging knotted rope,
Masters pull and twist
handles of the cord,
fallen from a roof on high,
man of broken hope.

Animals:

Billow light in glistening brook
wings of feathered down,
from the violence of a gun,
drifting blood floats down,
reflections on the whitewashed walls
slaughter house of gory pools.
hush the rustle of a leaf,
animals hasten fear ahead the bloody thief.

Men:

Sacred cups upon the table
drunk of dark red wine,
stand proud to face the foe,
armed with gun and knife,
crimson flame shots hit home,
the enemy are taken,
slaves and animals adorn the ground,
Lords and Masters face the day that's breaking.

Richard Allen Beevor

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