It rained cats and dogs into the pots
Forcing all to sit and stare in the huts;
But their minds nursed different thoughts:
The slave's - that the day's job was naught
And the Lord's - that the morrow is for double plot..
The old cold war and rough tough tug of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
please i am in love with this poem