In the winter days at dawn,
Cold comes divinely and violently with the lash
To beat the creatures down
And, every skin cuts quiet a dash
And shroud in the woollen sweaters
Like a spring onions on the field of plantation
To shield them from the severe cold-spells
And safeguard them from her sanction
African seasonal cold!
Every morning, blows a windstorm
Till evening, thus, every mouth bows to her scold
Because of her unbearable sandstorm.
Surely, the rich take hot ‘Hollandian peak milk’
While the indigent sip hot ‘African peak milk.’