Of Undies That Had Wore The World.
When wise men from the native coast
Kept war as tempest as it toss'd
Such flames are rarely ashes burn
but kings and Commons do but mourn.
Grey hairs from native sea has lived
And harboured no more yet outlived;
Such wreath of cloud badly wander
And beget numbered grey yonder.
Old gifts and inborn rags were gold
And old things fancied them nay old;
For they bear heritage as they —
but freedom shackle wished new clay.
Old men and women with wrapper;
Aso oke, Iro, buba.
Sore lost ship from the shore would ebb;
To forgive err is cluttered web.
Beneath the noble roof are bred
Yet pungent smell savoured the bed;
And coward thought would bravely lie
For one, for two would swore the sky.
"words from the innocent mind"