Untutored

Untutored,
But your words are very sharp to the muse of the poor!
Untutored,
But the land ahead is already wet from the rain!
And like the works of our won hands to the public,
For the boys were late today.

Examined and forsaken,
And like your ways and my ways;
But the school girls were very late today.

Untutored,
But the songs of Yahweh were sung in a strange land!
Untutored,
And your steps were already noted by us;
For you were also seen among them,
But this day is like the day of lovers.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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