Cutting One's Nose Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cutting One's Nose



Clueless,
Incompetent!
Crooked,
Cutting one's nose to spite the face;
In your land.

Muse, use, fuse, infuse!
But, try to do the right thing in life;
Leading to peace and joy,
Than, with the bullets of war!

Benefit,
The experience!
Life,
Trust is earned with the muse of the truth;
So, put the system in order.

Life!
Put the systems in order and,
Work towards them;
With the muse of the laws,
Changing the hearts and the minds.

Friday, June 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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