Quizzed Persistently
Grave looters ans shop lifters,
Interpersonal problems to greet the muse;
But it started from the family and,
I don't need flowers on my grave because i am lonely.
I wonder where you are and,
Of the grave looters and the shop lifters;
But when the night falls,
Love makes sweet songs to my muse.
I don't need words from my window because,
You will see my nakedness and be attracted;
For i am the thick forest that teaches mankind,
And i need moisturising lotion to come out straight!
You have to be somebody for someone than these acts,
And to be quizzed persistently is not right!
For you keep on stealing all the time.
Can we die twice? !
Then thick about tese act of yours in the society;
For i still do wonder about them and,
My mind is still not at rest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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