1:04:00
the grain saved
to feed the masters,
1:04:03
bitterness
to feed the slaves.
1:04:07
And to feed
the brick pits,
1:04:09
straw carried on
the bowed backs of women.
1:04:13
Down into
the never-ending valley
1:04:15
of toil and agony,
1:04:17
stretching mile after mile,
1:04:20
an inferno
of mud-soaked bodies,
1:04:22
where the treaders' feet
churn clay and straw
1:04:26
into the mixture
for the Pharaoh's bricks,
1:04:30
and everywhere the lash
of watchful taskmasters,
1:04:33
ready to sting
the backs of the weary.
1:04:38
Blades chopping straw...
1:04:44
mattocks chopping clay,
1:04:45
a ceaseless cycle
of unending drudgery.
1:04:50
From the mixing feet
of treaders
1:04:52
to the pouring hands
of brick molders
1:04:55
moves the constant
stream of mud,
1:04:58
the lowly seed of tall cities.
1:05:02
Day after day, year after year,
1:05:05
century after century,
1:05:08
bondage without rest,
1:05:10
toil without reward.
1:05:12
These are the children
of misery,
1:05:15
the afflicted,
1:05:17
the hopeless, the oppressed.
1:05:19
And he went out
unto his brethren
1:05:23
and looked
on their burdens.
1:05:26
Water girl.
1:05:32
Here.
Here's water.
1:05:39
Keep in line!
1:05:42
That's a hard dance
you do, old man.
1:05:45
We've been dancing it
for 400 years...
1:05:51
to grim music.
1:05:52
And the only deliverer
that has come to us
1:05:55
is death.
1:05:58
Back to work,
you gray mules.