Archers! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Illegal lust,
With drawn out swords!
facing the world;
All around us today,
In the name of hatred and war.

Archers!
Gone to the housetops;
And, full of commotion,
In a tumultuous city.

Sadness,
With the muse of illegal lust;
Archers!
With drawn out swords;
In the day of trouble.

Slain, pain!
With the dead in the battle;
Perplexity!
Treading down;
And, breaking down the walls.

The quiver! !
With cries from the mountains;
As mankind shoot at each other,
Because of the muse of hatred and war.