The prisoner in the yard

Hatred begots slavery as love begots freedom

Cut him two, three or more
And tame him to bleed in your will
As he works the farm with Patience
Watering the seedlings of harvest
With his blood,tears and sweat

Before your father clayed up
His father toiled this land
Astride the unicorn your father
So do you, and him below
Flourishing from generation to generation
Under the generous cuts of your generations

Each toil to him
Is a blessing to near the ancestors
And to you a duty on your innocent prisoner
Is he or they taught you he is?
Run the memory of how the hatred begins
And see the prisoner in the yard.