Beulah

Peace Officers and Righteous Administrators,
Bring forth the bud of your love to me and let me love you;
For you are the glory of my crown in my homeland,
And you will be in my hand with the beauty of your love.
Come and eat my corn of love for you are called Beulah,
And i have set watch over the walls of your love;
For you are sought out among others for your sweet love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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