Unstable Iii

The fruit of labour,
Like a fruitful vine;
With hreat things seen on earth,
Under the muse of nature.

Womb, bomb, tomb! !
Unstable;
Because of war,
With the evil works of mankind.

Love, life, peace and joy!
My lips will lraise the Creator always;
For, He has made everything,
For you and i.

Bread of heaven!
Bread of the earth;
For peace and for joy,
But, many are those who do not want peace.

by Edward Kofi Louis

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