Cumbersome Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cumbersome

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Cumbersome,
Walking around;
Facing the world,
With the works of the terror everywhere.

Books! !
With the willows of the brook;
Come in as you will and,
Let me satisfy my mind with the works of peace.

Coach, approach!
With the reproach of the world;
Imcomparable with the works of the truth,
Because of the wicked ones among us.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: world conflicts
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