A Sabbath

Don’t err me,

Am a wordsmith foraging in wilderness,

The lines, the words I spew, might be vile

But don’t let them eat your courage

I bear them to win the egress,

Wild paths that are not taken.

Some roads I know lead to somewhere,

But I might not take all roads,

So you shouldn’t, they’re, but not meant for us,

Don’t tour them, they’re only for the Sabbath.

And am the Sabbath,

Am just a rummaging vagabond.

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Edrissa Ken-Joof

The author is a Ph.D. candidate majoring in Management at Yuan Ze University, College of Management, Taiwan. He has a master's degree in International Affairs and Security Management from Ming Chuan University, Taiwan and a bachelor's degree in Political Science and English from the University of The Gambia.

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