I Am Not Your Father

The multicoloured apparel covering the heads of men,
And like every vision to fulfil a dream;
But i am not your father.
A bed is made for you and i and,
I will live on to tell you the side of my story;
Because i am not your father!
From Sheba and to Raamah,
And to the lands of hope to see you through;
But i am like a table with three legs now.

The coverings on every statue,
And of the sad notes in the valley of bones;
And of the bosom of their virginities to cry for help,
But i am not your father.

Men portrayed upon the walls of love,
And of the flesh of donkeys prepared as food;
But, i am not your father.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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