With Its Cry Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

With Its Cry

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10 years in hell! !
Imprisoned;
Under house arrest,
With no job and no money at hand,
But, think before you act in this life!
For the sake of peace, love and joy to all mankind.

Wry! !
With its cry,
To roam about in search of peace;
Flesh and blood,
Imprisoned;
With a long story to tell when i am out.

Friday, December 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: imprisonment
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Edward Kofi Louis

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