Lusifer

You are called Lusifer and your name is known,
But the days passed me by swifter than a courier!
And like the momentary perception of joy.
You loath your friends!
Because their stories were full of lies;
But like the big hole closer to you,
Try and show me their charges before you condemn them.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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