African Honey Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
African Honey
Money! !
African honey,
Made for you and i;
Now! !
With two seats at the table;
The table of Life,
Facing the ways of nature!
City,
Felicity,
Cities! !
With stories;
To keep me writing,
With the symphonies of life.
Honey,
The African honey;
Money,
To buy the African honey;
Pass, compass!
Mass,
With the muse of the people;
Myself,
Born to learn;
And, to keep on writing.
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5/3/2024 11:17:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a magically kinetic work. So much energy. And then halfway through, I feel like one who is enjoying dancing like crazy, but don't quite know the song. So I must slow down, read more carefully, listen to the heart of the writer. Ahhhhh....now I see. I can start dancing again! Very nice!