Edward Kofi Louis
Cumbersome - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Facing the world,
With the works of the terror everywhere.
With the willows of the brook;
Come in as you will and,
Let me satisfy my mind with the works of peace.
With the reproach of the world;
Imcomparable with the works of the truth,
Because of the wicked ones among us.
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