Coastal Cold

Behold! we stood jerking and shivering
Before the gigantic cost of crossover
Onto the land of frustration and caction
Where we shall see generous demons
Parading around in fine angelic attires
Like a pardoner on a merciful ground

The cold wind blew in black and white
And our eyes were once opened to see
The evil planted in the black heart of a man:
Such stimulated our antagonistic alarm
Rising like a steam from a hot soup and
Matching Far above our mere horizon

There, we stood silently in solitude,
Though we were a people of multitude
Powerless as a slave before his master
Staring at the killing current of the ocean
And nailing a dozen truncated dreams
Of a people so blacker than a charcoal

At the cancerous coastal cold
We arrived, chained in our hearts
Like newly discovered mad dogs
Wearing necklaces on our necks
That were so heavier than us
Like a bead tied at a virgin's waist.

We were on our excambion exodus
To see a master of all knowledges
And a man so revered like a minigod
Forsaking our land full of civilization
For the sake of fake industrialization
That brought no good to a charcoal skin

We were powdered with colder cold
And our mouth never opened for a word
While our hearts burnt a million times
Despite the coastal cancerous cold
Now, we must look for a benign blanket
Or else, we remain a man without a mind.