Unleavened Bread With Your Muse Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Unleavened bread with your muse,
But it many hearts to swing along;
So, do not be surprised that i called you by your name,
Because, the wind blows to where it will!
And, i do have a message for you.

Of water,
Of flesh,
Of spirit!
But she came to you by the night;
And, the news was suppressed around.

The spoil of wealth,
To kill and to maim!
And like Nicodemus in the land of your muse;
But, life is full of the up and down of mankind!