Sold, Soldier! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Sold, Soldier!



Oh sinner! ! !
You can run but, you cannot hide;

Sold, soldier!
Sold to war before your death;

To the battle field,
Where you are about to meet your death.

Sold, soldier!
With the muse of your mind;

With a uniform on,
And, with a gun in your hand;

You are sold to death! !
Programmed with the muse of hatred.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
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Edward Kofi Louis

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