Delaware State journal and statesman., 1866-02-06
A PARODY FOR THE TIMES.


Yesterday, as 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 butting,
And a woody head was stuck in,
Stuck in at my office door,
'Tis some darkey with voucher,
Thought /, writing as before;
Only this and nothing more.
Twas 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 had determined
To have speech upon the floor;
Showing that he really thought he
Had right upon the floor:
May be this and something more.
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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 door9
Do you want to be slave, and
Serve your master as before9"
Quoth the nigger, "Nevermore"
"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 the reason,
Is this now proper season
To have rebels who have strove to
Stab the nation to the core
Taken in, bid freely enter
Through the nations open door2
Only this and nothing more.
1--WE have fought as do the bravest,
For your lives, your homes, your safety;
Bones of colored men lie strew a
Long the Mississippi's shore.
Black and white are bound together;
Mutual suffering forms the tether.
Now l ask should be ever
Made mere vassels as before2
Answer that, if nothing more"
History tells us of 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 the ''rebs" thousand score,
While the serfs remained in bondage,
Whipped and cursed at as before,
Danish that, if nothing more.
"Ask your soldiers who extended
Help and succor as they wended
Dubious paths, mid Southern forests,
Faint and weary, sick and sore,
Onward, praying God to save them,
And return them as he gave them,
To their homes and friends once morei
Ask them this, if nothing more.
"Ask them, when they heard the thunder
Rendlng sky and earth asunder,
And the black and white stood close al
Lied amidst the battles roar,
If the fear of gun or halter
Ever caused us once to falter9
If a fighting reputation
Did not greet the colored corpsH
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, from the Antique Corps,
Ifthey'll push us from our places,
To make room for rebel faces,
wa they haze us VOte, or those aoh0
Brought such horrors to their door,
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 l meier had seen before,
"Good-by, white man, as a nation,
God has given us salvation,
And, UP THERE the humblest private,
Sir, in all the colored corps,
Is your equal evermore."