The Truth Are From The Laws Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Clap your hands and stamp your feet!
And, do not let the seller mourn;
Because of the manners of the heathen,
For there is still hope for those who are ready for the laws.

A vision!
With the face of the cherub,
With the face of a man,
With the face of a lion,
With the face of an eagle;
But, i am on a mission with the muse of my sweet mind.

Cover your nakedness with a garment!
And give water to the thirst;
Without forgetting those who are hungry,
By giving them food to eat.
A new heart and a new spirit!
But, i am not a sign to the hearts of detestable things.

Silver, bronze, iron, lead, tin and gold!
Let the heart of stone eat the bread of quaking,
And, let the man clothed with linen pour out the truth!
To all mankind;
Than the bread of sorrow.

True love,
Planted in rich soil of peace;
So, you don't need the majestic wine to satisfy your soul,
For, the truth are from the Laws.