Who Will Be The Next? Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Who will be the next?
I suppose your junior brother;
Since, they attacked your planted seeds and,
Your sister's husband.

The muse of illegal lust!
In your household;
And, of legs down below the mark.

Muse!
Seven and half feet tall;
Looking at your nakedness in the land of trouble.
Muse!
Like the dust of the earth;
However, somebody is watching your steps.

Born to gain,
But, appointed to suffer!
As they attacked the members of your family,
In the land of trouble.

The muse of life,
Out of the lion's mouth;
Born to win,
But, with the troubles of mankind around your neck.