Louis Borgo Poet Prose Poetry

Tell You a Story I Tell You My Struggles

For the starvation of the spirit I seek the wilderness,

For what is wisdom and unknown of the tree,

For the words that looms a man depth of a soul, 

I ask forfeit as it may sound when may I speak,

For mount of a soul the descend of case off,

What is old spirit savaging left under the cold,

For when my turn comes to speak I say,

May one listen to how I speak and let the rest lay with leaves,

Young brother young brother no matter your race, color or creed,

You are my brother.

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Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon December 27, 2016 at 4:31 PM I love this great poem advocating unity in diversity ' Young brother young brother no matter your race, color or creed, You are my brother.'... Great lines herein, Louis.