The Snare Of The Fowler Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The Snare Of The Fowler



The terror of the night!
The snare of the fowler,
And, of the arrow that flies by day;
Pestilence! !
Walking in darkness;
With bombs in your hands,
Ready to kill those you call your enemies.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: warfare
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Edward Kofi Louis

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