All My Enemies
The sea speaks and the mountains learns,
But to swing around like the harlots are your ways;
However, wisdom is a free gift and, it is always around you.
What is my iniquity before you?
What is my sin before you?
For, you have now broken the bond of this marriage! !
And, you are now playing the harlot.
May this water below be a curse to you! !
And let me rest my mind from all the odds around me;
Because, all my enemies will be called to account for their acts one day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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