Edward Kofi Louis Son Poems

The legs of Africa are,
The legs of a struggle;
The hands of Africa are,
The hands of hope;
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His Son succeeded him!
After his death;
Life, line, love, live!
After the death of his father,
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My son,
Heed to my muse and learn my words;
My son,
Listen to my words and learn from my muse;
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Son, Epson!
Taking the road less travelled;

The way up,
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Furtile!
Smile,
Mile,
By river Nile.
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Hill,
Mill,
Bill,
Fill,
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A successful man,

A sweet lady,
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Son of my sorrow!
Why do you have to cry?
For a woman gave you to me at the entrance of her well;
But, as a river ages, it wears away its banks by erosion.
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Violence,
Fatal shootings! !
But the investigations as far from over;
Because, you've killed someone.
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'Is not this the builder's son? ! '
Said King Herod the Tetrarch;
But the jewels of the crown is all because of Herodias.
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