In This Life Ii Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

In This Life Ii



In this life,
There is always a slave;
And, there ie always the poor!
If not, we could all have been rich.
The muse of life,
The ways of nature;
With the captive and,
With the ruler!
Breathing the same air from the atmosphere.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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