Bound by shackles

My father once told me-
Treat all people fairly
Though, the ones that I say so
Treat even more fairly
I was young
Not entirely sure of what this meant
My father said
You can't treat people rudely-
It's not nice,
Except of course-
The old man with no teeth
He's not from around here and well, I just don't trust him-
Okay, Papa
My father was a fair man
He'd share the tobacco he grew in the paddocks with all the men that helped worked our land-
They'd drink and smoke until the sun went down-
Laughing
And the next morning if they didn't show up in time for work, he'd send them on a holiday-
They obviously needed one, my father would say
We'd never see them again-
My father was a fair man
Though when they came with shackles to take him away-
He went quietly