Smoke In My Nostrils

I am sought by those who ask of me,
But i am found by those who do not seek me;
And to a nation who calls my name,
But abominable things are eaten by many.
Murders,
Rapists,
Persecutors,
Paedophiles,
Sodomites,
And the abomination of eating unclean animals!
But these are like the smoke in my nostrils,
And like a fire that burns all day long.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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