Jeffrey Kade

Rookie [J.K Konkle]

Tom The Slave

Hot as Hell, that Texas sun
Tracking through mud, chained, one by one
Each hand and ankle bound by a shackle
A long day in the field, his back begins to crackle
Mr. Jones yelling Nigger, whipping his whip
Puts an aggravating quiver on Toms' Lip
Lashes from the whip sink deeper in his skin
'Oh help me' Tom cries to his only friend
Frantically hiding in a trench

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