Edward Kofi Louis
Syriana - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
To know what went through and,
To know what went on with you;
With your people,
With my people,
Like the willows of the brook!
With a story book in your hand.
Syria, air, rain, in, say, an, Iran, sin, ran, ray, rays;
You must not covet;
You shall not covet.
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