Share‑Croppers
Language: English 
Just a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field,
Plowing, planting, hoeing,
To make the cotton yield.

When the cotton's picked
And the work is done
Boss man takes the money
And we get none,

Leaves us hungry, ragged
As we were before.
Year by year goes by
And we are nothing more

Than a herd of Negroes
Driven to the field --
Plowing life away
To make the cotton yield.

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2021-01-22
Line count: 16
Word count: 70