From The West
How did this come about?
Of your opportunity and my opportunity;
For a child is born with a special name,
And like the interpretations of my love.
Forty years in the wilderness and of the vast difference,
But come here to see things for yourselves;
For you will need money like honey for your body and,
Molasses like the love of your mind on this lake.
I'm from the West and i want your love,
But you are the East and you've seen my face;
For the pot that calls the kettle black is around us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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