Proconsuls Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Proconsuls



Illegal lust!
A man is sold for his theft and,
A woman is sold for her adultery;
In the land of the Laws.

Tidiness,
Tiredness!
But, i deserve better;
Than the superstition about this land.

Proconculs,
This disorder and other matters;
Brave, grave, rave, save, leave, have!
However, you will benefir from your works if you the right thing.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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Edward Kofi Louis

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