Cow's Dung

Fuel of cow's dung,
Fuel of human excrement,
And like a sharp blade from a barber's shop! !
Over the hairs of your head and of your private part;
But, i will strecth out my hands to hold you!
Because, you need peace in this land than war.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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