Weeds and Thorn

Take your staff in your hands tightly,

And on my word, strike it rightly.

On my word, and don't stray an inch,

Or we'll take this rope and with a cinch,

Arrest your freedom and all your hope,

We'll steal it, like thieves, with this rope.

On three, 1, 2- Now you've done it,

What'd I say? I warned you. Now get

You're hands behind you and your head turned low,

You sneered our help? We'll make your back glow,

With our lash's poisonous kiss,

Whispering in your ears a dreadful hiss.

3 days in this pit, now how do you feel?

Tell you what- listen, we'll cut you a deal.

Our orders are a burden we've carried by our backs,

Down to you, and we'd like to unload our packs.

So listen and obey, and I promise, we swear

We'll loosen our grip, give you some air.

Don't you know, we have masters too?

Something above us, we're not different than you.

A curse lingers on us all thick in our lungs,

We're all in a fight, ever since we were young,

To get to the top? For some, to do our job

To do what we feel. We must do our job.

So, enough child! Strap this yoke on and plow.

Heels in the earth, food by the sweat of your brow.

That's the way, good child. Fate carries the willing,

Drags the reluctant feet. That will fetch a nice shilling,

Good work. Persist and you soon may fasten your own

Fine yolks to others working the fields that you've sown.

Balance in your skull what I'm telling you,

We're all cursed, we have masters too.