Irie

Usher,
usurp,
Conclusively,
And like the untapped natural resources in your land;
But, try to be among the best always.

Your name,
Your muse,
Your love;
And of its arable land lying fallow!
For the basis of your love and your merits are now noted,
But abysmally exposed in the land of the living! !
However, Irie your friend told me the news.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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