The Inheritance

Slaves and slavery,
Trespassing and kidnapping,
The inheritance of the firstborn son is now overthrown! !
But your first ripe produce from your vineyard is like,
The very sweet fruits of your love!

Love and respect,
Do not mimic to the heathen!
And just as it is prophesied,
But i will come for your sweet fruits always.

One who is quick-tempered always acts foolishly,
But a sound understanding gains honour;
And a merry heart lights up the face,
So be very wise to do the right things always in life.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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