Let the bulls go down to the slaughter and let me look for my lover, <br />For Mamalam left home unnoticed last night! <br />And like the voices of the fugitives and the refugees around; <br />But i am now trapped in this love and, <br />I will try hard to find a way to pile up the heap of the ruins.<br /><br />Edward Kofi Louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mamalam/
