Devil Music Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.

Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!

Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.

Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.

This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.

The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!

Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!

Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.

The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.

Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.

I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!

The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!

Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.

The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.

Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.

'ssssyesssss...
Children! '