Tabbath Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Tabbath
Let him go to his own house and let me listen to him,
For the World Cup Babies are here with us to stay;
Let her go to her own house,
For she is with one of the babies!
But Abel and Zererah will guide her to meet Maia and Maya;
For the sound of the trumpets are being heard everywhere! !
And she went along with him innocently and there came the evidence,
But Tabbath is in exile because of the news.
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