Without An Arrow

How can life be free and fair at a boiling point?
For is statistically incorrect to have a bloated register;
But my own people are part of the problem.

We know ourselves andwe know what we are made of,
But to take their tortuous paths is what they want!
And the mayhem do loom on us without hope like,
Life in the traffic and under the footbridges.

For my sorrow i will borrow for the morrow,
And without an arrow i will be at peace with my mind;
But this acts of my people is all about the Elections.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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