We Are Oxes
We Are Oxes1 min 352 1 min 352
Beat me, Rae, Carter, we are oxen
Whip us as many as we have no mouth
We have no eyes and have to go South
Pulling a part of life so barren.
Blame for the light, too, under the cart
Yet, you Mercy: even night is dark
Moonlight looking a twinkle as a lark
Then two are merry in yoke-start.
Hungers allow not pulling a foot
It is ours that try we much
Guilty not yours is only a suit
That wishes to go are ours and such.
Hungers adown in wishes you know
So, fill potency as living we bow.