My Harp Is Now Turned Into Mourning Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
My Harp Is Now Turned Into Mourning
Terror!
Horror! !
My harp is now turned into mourning;
And my flute into wailing!
Because of the wickedness of mankind on earth;
Yes! ! ! The muse of the wicked people living among us!
Breaking up the mirror of peace.
My harp is now turned into mourning; And my flute into wailing! .. Because of the wickedness of the mankind, very true with what is going on, on this globe.
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5/5/2024 8:00:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Terrorists! ! ! Seen everywhere. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.