When you see the collier's son abroad,
With his pigment like your heart ―
Pardon, pardon, sir!
Do not show him the gun.
Do not let him know that
Both skins are different potteries of one God.
Just tell him ;
"Both are also the fetuses of mid-winter's joy"
Else, he may abhor his pride.
When you see the Collier's son abroad ―
Do not be too witty on him
Else you'll become a fool.
You may give him the shovel for vain labor,
Aftermath, if he's still stronger than you,
Do not keep him as gold.
Neither should you tell him to come home.
Just say to him,
Afro-boy, ―"your footprints have gathered flames"
