Analysis of FRAGMENTS

FRAGMENTS
 

 
We're the "lords" and "masters"        
                                                                 They're the "servants",      

So they said,

And from among us they came

Canvassing for our "thumbs" to serve

A child of our agitation?

They vowed faithfulness, milk and honey                                 

They pledged loyalty, bread and butter                                                                                          
We paused

And like ants we filled out-

Defiling the elements,

Defiling our rumbling and riotous belly

And gave them our 'thumbs' to serve

But how soon they reneged

And they were our members

We sang same sour songs

We ate from same battered plates

We drank from same leaky cups

We slept on same loosening mat

Now we're two parallel lines

See them cruising on exotic wheels

Building castles on the hills                  
                                                                   Filling their tables with sumptuous

And surrounding themselves with

But here we are, forsaken

In our huts like hen,

Cattle or sheep confined in the pen

The roof letting in drizzles to a tide

Our tables empty and dry like a smoking

Our sole shoe  soles witnesses to scores
                                                                          of Yuletide
 
But these Pharoahs

We desire Moses's liberation and

We seek Joshua's lead to Rest.