Mamalam

Let the bulls go down to the slaughter and let me look for my lover,
For Mamalam left home unnoticed last night!
And like the voices of the fugitives and the refugees around;
But i am now trapped in this love and,
I will try hard to find a way to pile up the heap of the ruins.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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