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