Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
Aremu, am, me, ear, era, are, mare, ram!
Playing along the muse of love with your flute;
She was very pleasant to you;
Reed, reek, reef, reel! !
She was very nice to you;
Of the rivers!
Flowing into the sea.
In the land of your muse;
Of the liquid!
Flowing into the source.
With probity and accountability;
To face the laws and,
Not to beat about the bush with your mind.
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