LIKE LUTHER'S TIME
I don't think I'm among.
I don't see myself on the trend,
maybe I belong to somewhere else.
The sac of mulatto chrome,
how will royal be treated afar from home.
I don't think I belong!
the farm of milk and meat.
Making chosens' mouths watery,
and giving others misery.
Oh! how world ?
loneliness word.
Eyes in schools, hospitals, courts, and even churches,
life is like palm always adjoining the cheek.
Oh! how will the young get the cheese.
Iron hand of the elder,
making younger crawling nail ladder.
How sad when life bend,
that's when Islands beat.
Where sand ought to cover,
the loneliness of danger.
Written By: Isaac Mensah
Edinaman Senior High
Science 2
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