Gale
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I can year it howling approaching from the
south
A pack of wolves with their master, the Gale whistling
his wife
shrieking her delight over the onslaught on the Cape of storms
I can
swear I hear the bones rattling in the cupboards of parliament
And the long dead are rising from their watery
graves
in
pirate frigates and slave schooners
the slave master drumming rhythmically
booming his dreadful smoky rum breath
from Devils Peak
known as the winter of discontent
Whispered in taverns and Christian tents
the day of hell
the Zulu
fell
I can year it howling approaching from the south
ReplyDeleteA pack of wolves with their master, the Gale whistling
his wife shrieking her delight over the onslaught on the Cape of storms
I can swear I hear the bones rattling in the cupboards of parliament
And the long dead are rising from their watery graves
in pirate frigates and slave schooners
the slave master drumming rhythmically
booming his dreadful smoky rum breath
from Devils Peak
known as the winter of discontent
Whispered in taverns and Christian tents
the day of hell
the Zulu fell