Aquinas Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Aquinas



Propping,
Area code,
Figures!
Fingers,
Dates and numbers;
The time of events,
The time of life.

Appearing in the midst,
In the skies of Syria!
Of things seen,
With the nature of the bombs.

Doorways,
Rope, hope!
Dead bodies tell us the story going on in Syria;
Like the days of slavery and sugar.

Pall, all!
The pole of the field,
The sole of the foot,
With a hole seen in the middle;
The whole story in syria,
Aquinas, sin, as, in, us!
But, mothers will open up the books of history one day.

Flood! !
With rivers overflowing;
But today in Syria,
It is only bombs and dead bodies.

The lamb,
The lamp,
The light of the world!
The way for peace and joy;
Already lost in Syria.

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