3rd October

You shot my left leg with a gun and now,
I cannot walk properly;
But love will take me on to the end,
For my mind is free to all around me.
Why do you hate me so much? !
For i am a writer and a lover and,
I do not hate anyone.
Of the gun shot,
I am now struggling to walk on my legs;
But with my mind only onto the Creator,
I will surely make it for my fans to read my peoms.
This world is full of hate but,
Let us build it with love;
Because i was walking very peacfully until,
You shot me on the 3rd of October.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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