A Bottle Of Wine Is What You Demanded

Never depend on me always because,
Democracy had run over me! !
And it is now pulling me against the walls of wars,
Because the youth are now out on the streets.

Death is what i now see on the streets,
But a bottle of wine is what you asked from me;
And the nation is now in chaos because of this democracy.

The rhythm is in motion and,
The people are now chanting the war songs;
But a bottle of wine is what you demanded from me,
And like the blessed memories gone by.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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