Lucio

He took the axe and cut off a bough of a tree,
But men are often forced to seek help from the very ones they despise;
For this world if full of troubles.
Where is the shrine of the harlot who was beside the road of Enaim?
For the women waited and satisfied their men!
But you've now become a laughing stock among others.
You need a young goat to pay for your harlotry,
And like a strong tower in the city of gardens;
But your name is called Lucio and you are still a youth.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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