A Black Man's Fists

Looking at these hands of mine
Aren't you, What, you laugh?
Hehe, if you only knew!
From these bruised fists comes a
Spring of milk

You see, my Master hit me hard
Very hard, then he sent me down to
To the Shamba. Hehe, I slashed,
Dug then slashed some more
I saw blood in my fists

Then my Master sent me to
The kraal. Hmmmmm, do you
Still laugh? I told you, my blood drained
Fists milked the cow till their was
A cup full from it's dry udder