Lucio Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Lucio
He took the axe and cut off a bough of a tree,
But men are often forced to seek help from the very ones they despise;
For this world if full of troubles.
Where is the shrine of the harlot who was beside the road of Enaim?
For the women waited and satisfied their men!
But you've now become a laughing stock among others.
You need a young goat to pay for your harlotry,
And like a strong tower in the city of gardens;
But your name is called Lucio and you are still a youth.
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4/26/2024 10:20:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You need a young goat to pay for your harlotry Interesting.......but some customs never change.You can only write probable changes and possibilities in poems.Then you are a poet.And you never die.Poets never die.May be Lucio do not understand or it will take him time to apprehend such things. Do comment on my poem 'RACISM- a game of colour'.I asked people many such questions to answer herein.Many cannot as they are ashamed of themselves.At least they understand it unlike Lucio in your poem who is innocent.But i feel you can answer. I appreciate your writings and hope it will come up more and more.