Quartey Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Quartey



To buy the dye for your works and,
To die from the war because of the stray-bullet!
But, you dyed your cloth before you died;
And this country is beautiful! !
But, the government makes mistakes,
So, the stray-bullet came along and took Quartey my friend away.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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Edward Kofi Louis

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