Dead Bodies Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Dead Bodies



The slaughter of the pagans and,
Of their dead bodies almost everywhere;
But such a ferocity is like to scramble up the ramparts.

Pregnable,
With tears running down our eyes;
But who will kiss the dusty roads?

Deified at this time,
And bribed to act treacherously at times;
For the impregnable tree has fallen.

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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

Accra, GHANA
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