Sikking

People all over the world,
Hear me when i do write;
For i am Sikking with the muse of a king,
But the empty pool closer to you needs some water.

What about you?
What about me?
What about us?
What about life? ! !
And like the muse of love at Konny Island;
But as high as the eagle is my mind to you all,
For what is left by the lion is now being eaten by the rabbit.

To eat it in the name of love,
To drink it in the name of love,
To dream of me like a star in the name of love!
And like the words of your message of love and peace,
But the earth shakes and, the heavy noise is heard at the Red Sea! !
And like a lion from the flooding of the Yardan River.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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