Eze

The Pope falls down by an attack and the whole world watches,
But where is the love that you promised me?
Daghter of my sorrow!
Tomorrow i will borrow! !
Because all around me are the arrows of war aiming at me,
And i am in the shadow of death.
I am still on this narrow path of love to reach out to you,
But my marrow will not wallow for your love;
So swallow me now if you can.
The barrow is next to you and,
I will live on to write this poem;
For i am Eze and,
I have seen what the world is made up of;
For many are the very enemies around me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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