Edward Kofi Louis
Deborah - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Life is like Yazebel in Yezreel,
Life is like Yliyah the Tishbite,
And like á man wearing a leather belt around his waist;
But Milcom was the god of the pople of Ammon.
Yliyah and Ylisah set out from Gilgal and,
I have set out to write to you my sweet lover;
For behold! The building site of this city is very pleasant.
Of a chariot on fire!
Of many houses on fire!
But behold! The beauty of your body is very pleasant to see,
And you can be very productive again my sweet Deborah.
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