Malaam

This poem is yet for an appointed time but,
At the end it will speak to you and will not lie;
Though it seems so slow and it may delay,
Wait for it with your love and care for my muse!

It will surely come at the appointed time,
Because most of you are now being taken away by Satan!
That is why you do call sin enjoyment.

Like a great wind over the sea at last,
This poem is yet for an appointed time.

The stubboenness of the people is known by all,
So Malaam paid the fare and went down in to the ship;
And like lovely virgins and the story of the young men around,
But at the end with the hope of this poem which speaks with time.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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