Oh Earth
To the nobles of Yahdah and Yerusalem,
Seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride;
For the virgin will rejoice in a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
To the ancestral spirits and to the lake of love,
And like a well-watered garden of love!
But i paid seventeen Shekels of silver for my bride.
Of sacrifices offered to the dead when,
People are led by Satan in this world!
And my heart is broken inside for what i do see around me.
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
For they are hanged in broad day light;
And to the grave of the rich and the poor people,
But the virgin will rejoice in a a dance like the Gaelic Scotland.
Earth, man, beast and the heavens! !
What is the chaff compared to the wheat?
And fromYerusalem to Babylon,
With contemporary polytheisms to crown the day!
To the grave of the common people and the grave of the great,
You will fall and rise no more oh pirates! !
And like the post-mortem status of the individual,
But with the story of your life in Egypt for 430 years!
Bloomed by the wind and loved by the people,
I am like a leaf floating around you in the air;
But the butterflies do know my name,
For the licentious feasts of lust and sexual excess is not part of my muse.
A cry from Abarim! !
But oh earth, can you understand what i am saying?
And like a pain of a woman in labour,
But drink and be drunk and vomit it out!
For what is coming against you is surely around you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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