Snares Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Snares



Snares, sears, nears, are, era, ears, as, an, seas, ran, snare;
And like a threshing-sledge dragging the mire,
But the rattle of the spear is all that i do hear around me.

White hair, black hair and coloured hair!
The deep boils like a caldron;
But my ears heard of you and now,
My own eyes have seen you.

Thursday, April 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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Edward Kofi Louis

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