I saw a bandwagon pulled down the street
Filled with people of different faces
Drawn by their responses, binding races
The effect negative – a blinding sheet
Everyone clad in coats that did not fit
What hand had tailored these pieces?
Pray, tell, who sold it them? On what basis?
Surely, in a bid to dance to the crowd’s beat
“I’ll emulate the turkey”, said no swan
Neither sat a snowman by the fire
Such beauty observed in satisfaction
Put out the noise of the street, oh man
In your fitted worn coat – much to admire
See, contentment is a learned reaction
Memoirs in Coal 