Upon the Veld

'A change is gonna come'
in words though not in deed
those who fill the velds dark night
still shiver with their need
they whose pointy boots shine bright 
yet whip upon their steed

A titian tide still laps the shore
though hidden by the dye
of 'ol man Selya's solemn bond
to neutralize the lye

To move amongst their ghosts pearl light
still wailing through the sands
those who sift from shrubs veld's mites
feel chains upon their hands

Both a clerk and Boy cash in the bond
that he so wisely gave
to keep the mites from calling
when he's lowered to the grave

A change is gonna come one day
of that they still feel sure
the beast is blind yet manifold
its fall lies in their cure