Edward Kofi Louis

Bronze Star - 6,620 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Mingled With Fire


The law is burning and bombs are falling!
The earth mourns and fades aways but,
My ture love will be with you always.

You are the accuser of our brothers,
You are accuser of our sisters,
You are the accuser of our fathers,
You are the accuser of our mothers,
And like the vine of the earth.

Of the sea of glass mingled with fire! !
War in heaven and earth;
With many dead bodies already counted like,
The stones of a quarry.

Tribes, peoples, languages and nations;
Two wings of a great eagle flying over the planes of war,
But the blood of the dead are not needed as at now.

The length of half an hour,
The earth mourns and fades aways;
Destruction, destruction, destruction!
The torment of the scorpions are like the horses prepared for war.

The locusts came flying through the midst of heaven,
But the chariots of many failled to run;
For the battle is great and it is mingled with fire.

Of bombs dropping like water and,
People dying like falling sones;
But my true love will be with you aways.

Submitted: Sunday, November 23, 2008
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