Ferris

Old and new wine is robbing my people of their senses,
And justice has become injustice to them;
For a poisonous weed is growing around them.
Ferris, i am as dark as the desert tents of Kedar!
But beautiful as the curtains of King Solomon's Palace! !
And my conduct had opened important frontiers for me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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