Edward Kofi Louis
Kerri - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Vice and virtue! !
Cried the beloved child of nature;
But, the affluent nations do not hear his or her cry.
What is so near to us and yet being still?
For the beloved child is still searching for food;
While, the attic wits and the spirit acts.
Born, but to die one day;
And like the hopes and joy from my friend Kerri;
For, i am like Authors without names.
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