Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Corpses, sore, cops, copes, rope, ropes, ores;
But, it is burning and emlting down like a river! !
And like the colours of the fire around you;
However, no one can lobby death.
Opus, odium, vagrancy, variety;
With only obstacles on the way.
Corpses, cop, cope, pro, pros, roe, core, rose;
With tears in my eyes in the name of the war in Syria!
And like sleeping naked because of the heat.
War in Syria! !
Like a 25-year-old man who raped a 75-year-old woman;
Corpses, Rose, Ross, press, ore, cross;
Burning and emlting like a river!
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