Ran through the length of the road
Like a goat beaten by the rain,
Looking for any available shelter.
Every house looks like a church.
Yet not even a shelter against the cold winter rain.
Smooth nylon tarred roads.
No trace of gutter and not litter.
Beautiful lawn adorned with flowers.
Silent like a grave yard.
Little wonder the white man has time to invent.
A piece of coin can buy a meal
of chicken and chips with drink;
very much a delicacy at home.
From the breast pocket one can
buy fashion in vogue.
Still, no place like in the sun.
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