Molasses

The plantation swayed in the hot summer wind
Gang masters cruel laugh, he wields the whip
 Looks for a martyr to flog
Instill some fear till they cower like dogs
 
 
In the manor the house upon the hill  
The essences of myrrh behind the ear, to the cleavage  
Inflame the sense catch the eye
The chatter of the dining room
White lace and taffeta and corsets strung so tight  
Bosoms like white meringue, spilling out
 To mingle  and enjoy that life's priviledge adopts
 
 The cane is burning, charred  in the fields
Fell and reap  before the darkness  seeps
The syrup is the merchantile raw,
 Drawn from the fields dirty spoils
The smoke hides the slaves murmured mutiny  
 Try for freedom,  break the chains mastery
Of a monastic time,  pray for all the toil and pain  cease
Something better than the yoke that held you tied
A migrant from that bamboo of bars  
 And hold your head in hope and pride  
 
The malm of the bricks on the road to your dreams  
Baked out of the dust and the ache of sore hands that bleed
sucked out the canes molasses so bittersweet
The sugar refined built whites supremacy
The sun cannot bleach the sombering  chords
Sung spirituals lament of words
Escape and run like coloured dye or stay and fight
But the moat of molasses hold the ankles tight  
Deliverance a vision that's just candy floss ?