I STOLE dem breeches, I 'knowledge de corn, But 'twarn't no crime, ez sure ez you're born; Ef de motiv' is right, den whar's de sin? I stole dem breeches ter be baptize' in. For my onliest pa'r wuz clean wored out, Dey gib up de ghos' when I 'gun ter shout. But r'ligion is mighty en mus' pervail, Do it lands er darky in de county jail. De chain-gang's got me en de coal mines too, But what could er 'fenceless, colored man do, When de jedge en jury lowed it wuz sin Ter steal dem breeches ter be baptize' in. Tell de folks all howdy en good-bye too, I'll meet 'em in hebben when my wuck is fru, Fur my heart is white, do my skin is black, En I'm gwine ter trabble de shinin' track. When de Lawd is jedge, I kno' He gwine say, "Pomp's straight ez er shingle en fair ez de day." He'll shout ter de worl' dat it twan't no sin Ter steal dem breeches ter be baptize' in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE FRIENDS BEYOND by THOMAS HARDY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 26. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE |