(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Moth

You have wounded the dragon! !
And like the muse of the wool in the forest;
To grow old in the form of a garment,
Needed for is to cover our bodies.

Moth,
Worm,
To vanish away like a smoke!
But, listen to me my people;
And give hear to me oh my nation! !
Like the sparks you have now kindled around.

Deeper love is what i have laid on my table,
With works of peace and joy!
Sweet and deeper than ever before;
Even though, you have wounded the dragon today.

by Edward Kofi Louis

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