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The thirteenth amendment, Amendedby Name Withheld by Request
A coffle of state slaves shuffles Slowly into the radiant rays Of dawn's early light. Spartacus nowhere in sight. Flight scarred all, and bone Weary from strife and stress, Destined to toil under the sun til Twilight's last gleaming brings rest. The tools are issued: One hoe per man, each Dull the blade, each Seven pounds of sweat-stained misery, Each, in proper hands, Seven pounds of peril. Let there be no peril today, we pray: No quick and vicious fights, where, sweat stinging, Fists flying, we cull living from dying: No riots fought for fast forgot reasons__ Swinging steel scintillating in sunlight, Blood gouting from the too slow heads__ Brown, black, white___ Our blood ruby red and thick with life, No respecter of color or creed. Let there be no peril today, we pray; No dry crackling reports of leaden soldiers, Chasing wisps of smoke from forge fashioned barrels, Speaking the ancient tongue of Authority; Guns guardgripped fast by bossfists, In confederate gray cloths, Their fire felling friends, freeing foes. Let there be no peril today, we pray: Today only__hard work, for no pay. "Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, |