Two Southern gentlemen, plantation and slave owners, bought and trained men to be the best money can buy
Now as the gulf of Mexico burns in the setting sun's fire, they sit on one or the other's porch, drinking hard lemonade, the night's stars darkening ire
talking business of live stock and the business of men's flocks the possessions taking hold of manifest and the destiny of days here, where the bayou houses the cold blooded
crocodile swamps mangroves of varied prey
the two masters drawl over thus gifts plentiful bounties the run of the land his forefathers conquered the import of luxuries goods and good with their hands
such machinations lead to displeasure when the threat stems from ebony treasures, the stallion studs and fillies like objects owned
not within the eyes will a predator recognize that the hunger for the prey is the same gameΒ Β that masters and slaves have played... (better recognize)
'''''''' *"When did mine Negroes begin to behave so...so..."
"Niggaredly?"
"No such word exists to define their confounded hate-filled hearts..."
"Something called 'slang'--a intermingling of words to make a new one, with its own trademark definition!"
"What does one call someone with such irrational and erratic behavior?--such ****** in the eyes!"