Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1866-01-12
A Parody for the Times.

Yesterday, as I sat writing
OF the wars and of the fighting.
And was getting tired of telling,
What had oft been told before;
Saying things thought most cutting,
Suddenly there came a butting,
And a woolly head was stuck in,
Stuck in at my office door.
lis some durkcy with voucher.
Thought 1, writing as before:
Only this, and nothing more.
was tired Of darkey capers,
And bent close above my papers,
Hoping thus the black intruder
Would go wander from my door.
But hoped and wished most vainly;
For he knocked and butted, plainly
Showing that he was determined
To have speech upon the floor;
Showing that he really thought no
Had right upon the floor:
May be this und something more;
"Come in" said / In vexation,-
For hated, like the nation,
Thus TO have the fellow humping
"Come in, Darkey, implore.
What, the dickens! Is the matter,
That you make this awful clatter.
Make this horrid din and batter,
Thus against my Office door?
Do you want to be a slave, and
Serve your master MS before?"
Quoth the niger "Ncvermore."
I'm the spirit of fellow
Who was murdered at Fort Pillow
Murdered when begged for mercy;
Pinned by bayonets to the floor;
And I've come to ask Is reason.
Is this now proper season
To have rebels who have strove to
Stab the nation to the core
Taken in. bid freely enter .l..
Through the Nations open door?
Only this and nothing more.
ave have fought as do the bravest
Bones Of colorcd men lie strcwn a
Long the Mississippi's shore.
Black and white are bound together,
Mutual suffering forms the tcther.
Now ask, should we be ever
Made mere vassals as before?
Answer that, II nothing more.
"History tells us ofa nation,
That. when owing its salvation
To the slaves who nobly fought to
Keep the foemen from the door,
Granted freedom to such heroes;
But sir! even bloody heroes
Never granted pardon freely
To ths "rebs,' thousand score,
While the serfs remained IN bondage,
Whipped and cursed at rs before.
Danish that, IL nothing more.
"Ask your soldiers who extended
Help and succor as they wcnded
Dubious paths mid Southern forests,
Faint and weary, sick and sore?
Who it was that always waved them
Onward, praying God to save them,
And return them as he gave them
Totheir homes and friends once more
Ask them this, II nothing more,
ASK them when they heard the thunder
Rending earth and sky asundcr,
And the black and white stood close al.
Lied against the battles roar,
If the fear of gun or halter
Ever caused us once to fslter:
lfa fighting reputation
Did not greet the colored corps?
Ask them this, and one thing more:
ASK them, now the war Is ended,
And the flag has been defended
BY two hundred thousand colored
Men who form the Antique Gsrps,
Ktheyii push us from our places,
To make room for rebel faces,
WILL THEY HAVE Us VOTE, OR THOSE VII,
BROUGHT SUCH HORRORS TO TBEIr
DOOR? 'n.
Ask them that, there's nothing more.
Thus the darkey said, and started,
And the walls before him parted;
But he waved his hand and said, with
Look ne'er had seen before,
"Good-by, white man, AS q nation,
God has gived us saIyatioRS
And, UP THERE the humblest private,
Sir in all the colOred corps
Is yeur equal evermore.