Slave Master Poem by James Mallum

Close to the shores
Where slaves once reveled in freedom
They welcomed slaves as master of slaves
Another in the order, one man came
Money rolled via vicious coupons
And unmeasured dimensions of castle built
What dismay for all that called him tailor
Fiddle with needle, go making suits
Fiddle he did, needle no
So pale was the moonlight
For the eyes that witness the tax of the payers
Just as the sun often robs the night
So were the losses of Dollars and fathers
Mothers wept in their cooking pots
And twice the soup it made
With all-can-find fled her sons
Greed no ‘gree! They waged in a wake
As hungered bellies quaked with emptiness
And sleep was murdered before loved ones
Asylum sought with restive readiness
Run-run it was, with castle along
Asylum yes, but asylum too
For this slave had thought he was sane
Once man has sworn by book to rule
The slave master is the master slave