Rod, Herod! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Rod, Herod!



Seeking the child,
Inquired;
Rod, Herod!
Disturbed,
Because of his wicked mind;
Bringing trouble to all.
Rod, Herod!
With the muse of a wicked king;
Living with the pleasures and the taste of the world,
As he sent out soldiers to kill the children around.

Friday, September 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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Edward Kofi Louis

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