This Strange Thing Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

This Strange Thing



Lust!
This strange thing;
Witness, sets, sits, sew, sews, new, news;
Lust!
Running away from what you did to the lady;
Pratt, rat, tar, at, art, Pat, tap, rap, trap!
Once again on your feet.

Lust!
Running away from what you did to the woman;
Lust!
Anger always kills a fool.
Scribed, ascribed!
To be lured in;
Lust!
To be passed into the blood stream.

Witness, wit, tin, tins, wet, wets, set, is, sit!
With the very ways of your life in this town;
Lust!
With all uncleanness or covetousness.
Lust!
Running ways from your sins;
But, one day, you will pay for them.

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