Make Of Clay Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Make Of Clay



It will enter into it without notice,
But each man is holding his own weapon in this town!
And, they are prepared for war;
For the vessels that they make of clay are now marred in their own hands.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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