Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Backsliding


Oh! Backsliding son;
Oh! Backsliding daughter;
With friends and relatives watching your steps,
So hide your nakedness from the eyes of the public.

Oh! backsliding peoples of the world;
Like flat breasts of yesterday and,
Big breasts of today! !
But, tomorrow you will be on somebody's bed in the name of illegal lust.

The time of punishment!
To uncover your secret places of love;
Because, your mouths are now wide open.

The time of punishment!
Troubled like the tossing sea;
And like a world with empty dreams,
For, tears had now become your Food.

Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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