(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Bridle, Riddle!

Bridle, riddle!
You lust but you do not have;
So, you murder and you covet!
And, still cannot obtain everything in life.

Bridle, riddle!
With the wars and fighting among you;
The wrong purpose of life,
With the pleasures of this world today.

The spirit that dwells in lust leads to envy others!
And, well expressed.

Proud, round!
You lust but you do not have,
So, you've now turned to war! !
Killing and destroying the properties of others.

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