150 Years to Life (Mother's Cry)
by mike-hauser
**sun baked fields
rows of cotton
time can't heal
a stench so rotten
scars that form
on darkened backs
cuts so deep
don't leave the head
mother's cry
the whips they crack
this kind of life
only healed by death
stolen souls
from broken homes
face of the proud
beaten down
over a hundred years
not much has changed
different scars
on different names
what we find
in the drag of time
that whips still crack
mother's still cry**