Labourer: O, Good Sir
The season favours and cloud gathers
I can tell, hell about to loose
And do us good.
Master: O yes
You can tell
Dolphins don't swim the cloud.
Look up,
It is your sweat
That of your kinsmen
Thats about to wet your head.
Prince Korede Abiodun
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exchange-on-a-plantation/
