Edward Kofi Louis
The Father - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Parthians and Mesopotamia,
Phrygia and Pamphylia,
In the late night like Herod and Pontius Pilate!
And of the Father of Abraham, Isaac and Yaaqob;
But i will always be in the garden of truth.
Cretans and Hralos,
Medes and Elamites,
Baraabas! Baraabas! !
But i am from the land of Cyprus;
And i am like the stone which the builders rejected some time ago.
This poem is for you to learn,
For it is about wisdom to those who understand my steps;
And like the shadow of Kepha!
But to Aretes king of Damascus i do rest my muse.
If boasting is necessary,
I will not boast concerning the things of my weakness;
Because most of the secrets of the earth are still found in Mesopotamia! !
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