Duffuor

Wrinkled butts,
By the colour of one's skin;
And like the pessimism that eclipse optimism!
But, more diverse was the muse of your love,
For, your mind was dedicated to the new globalisation act.

Duffuor is my name and i am with you,
But, this lotto to paradise is all that you know!
All the same, not all that glitters is gold;
For, the soldiers came in last night and took my lover away.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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