Oluwaseun

Love, dove, drove, rove, wove, move, strove, stove;
And like Australians and crocodiles! !
Nut, oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in mercy!
For, the bullets of war are not helping us.

Shove, shrove, grove, cove, hove, trove, prove;
Seeing what is going on in Syria and thinking about the human race;
But, Oluwaseun is my name;
So, sow for yourselves righteousness and reap in joy!
For, the bombs are now killing us all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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