Out Of The Garden
Out of the Garden of Eden,
Work on the ground from which you were made;
Like the keeper of sheep and the tiller of the land.
A lion,
A calf,
A face of a man;
Sin is crouching at your door like a fugitive!
So be very wise at all times on this earth.
We will ever be searching for peace without rest,
Like one woe after the other on this earth;
For we have to work on the ground of which we were taken from.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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