In Bronze Chains

On every side,
The city wall was broken through!
But in the Tenth Moon and,
On the tenth day of the moon i will meet you;
And by night,
And by the way of the gate between the two walls of love!

Wick trimmers,
Sentence!
Pots, shovels, dishes and sprinkling bowls;
But the city wall was broken through,
And you are now in bronze chains to write our your mind.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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