A woman with a child,
A writer with a pen,
As a light that shines in dark places;
So is my muse for you all in this world.
Hear my voice,
Look for me;
Like the mass suicide in Guyana.
Hear my voice,
Read my lines,
Like a personality caught with a prostitute;
Body pains for two when, the flower blooms.
In the year of release,
The fishermen will fish for them;
In the darkness of sin,
The hunters will hunt for them;
If today you will hear my voice.
To roar like a lion,
To think like a poet,
Like the woman who brought forth the man;
Learn a parable from the fig tree.
In the valleyof Berachah,
Gain knowledge after your experiences;
Cos', i have ideas behind the looked doors.
Talents so extaordinary to touch,
Today if you will hear my voice.
Edward Kofi Louis is a great thinker and this one of the best poems by him.
Lovely poem with great wisdom. This has been added to my favorites. Thank You, God Bless You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Talents so extraordinary to touch! ! ! ! Hear my voice! 😄🌍🧚♂️ Thanks for your commet on my poem. Stay blessed always.