Flint Knives Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Flint Knives



Flint knives!

From the heavens fought the stars;

Swept, wept!

Oppressive,

No means of livelihood;

Utterly destitute! !

With the evil works on earth.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: warfare
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

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