Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 14,289 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

River Arnon - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

River Arnon, i am writing that you may read;
'Israyl is my son and my first-born'.
Of the foreskin,
Of the circumcision,
Of the blood;
Like a flame of fire from within a bush in Mount Horeb.

Who gave man his mouth?
Who gave woman her mouth?
Now do use straw to make bricks and learn from it,
For i am on three days journey into the desert.

Of the Book of the Chronicles of the Kings of Israyl,
Of the Book of the Chronicles of the Africans
Of the Book of the Chronicles of Ghana,
Of the Book of the Chronicles of my clan,
Your son succeeded you and my son will succeed me as well.

River Arnon, i am writing that you may read;
For their gods will be thorns by your side!
Hear oh sweet river,
Listen all you who have ears;
Let us put the Earth into a better shape.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 14, 2008



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