Davide Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Davide

Davide, David, iad, aide, did, die, dead;
With the news of the sad stories from the land of war,
Where, there is no peace.
Chill, hill, ill!
With the bullets of war creating refugees across the borders;
But, when will mankind drop down the weapons?

The drama! !
The bullets of war;
Death!
With the projections of war;
But, when will mankind drop down the weapons?

Bombs! !
Scattered;
Dead bodies,
And, with the bullets of war creating refugees all over the world.

Thursday, June 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: wars
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Edward Kofi Louis

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