What became of!

What became of the,

black sheep,

that ba, ba,

gave you three bags,

master?

One bag,

so heavy,

with,

wool,

belonged to you.

The second bag,

had the shears,

was carried,

by,

the shearer.

The third bag,

you kept,

at,

the store

in town.

What became of the spider,

who,

with a needle,

pierced in,

each one's heart,

until a web threaded in blood

connected all of us,

young,

adult, 

brown,

white,

yellow,

black

What became of the pain,

that poured out

in chants and unvoiced mourns

and amazingly still,

still fills solemn events.