There once was a house
on Hickory Hill.
Built by John Crenshaw
for wealth
he would steal.He constructed this house
with much on his mind,
so evil and
cruel
this man proved in time.
He kidnapped men and women
and locked them
inside,
an attic torture chamber
he created from his mind.
He placed them in stalls
and locked them away,
shackled and chained
they
were left there to pray.
He would work them by day
and trap them by night,
for his hunger for wealth
overcame him in time.
He chose a strong slave,
they called 'Uncle Bob',
to sire more slaves
to
sell to the mob.
Over 300 babies
were born to this life
of misery, heartache,
pain, and strife.
So sad it was for
those tortured souls
that he never was caught
and
forced to pay his toll.
So 'tis said
that they roam still today
in the attic torture chamber
that
John Crenshaw made.
Much respect they deserve
and forever will get,
they were the heros of
old
in a way that we can't forget.
They did what they must,
and some gave their lives.
So much pain to
endure,
so much heartache and strife.
Their memories live on
and long as people know
that this was the life
of
those poor tortured souls.
Torn away from their freedom
and turned into slaves.
Though strong was
the hearts
of John Crenshaws slaves.
Penned by
~ Donna Flynn ~
