Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Between The Two Rivers


When you drift you will thrift!
So, do not thrift and be sentenced to death;

When you rift you will drift!
So, do not rift and be buried;

When you shift you will rift!
So, do not shift and be in hot waters;

When you lift you will sift!
So, do not sift and be weakened;

Lift up your memories from your misery!
And, do not shift and be raped;
For, you are torn between two rivers.

Thorn, torn!
Bewteen two rivers;
So, lift up your memories from your misery.

Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014
Edited: Friday, February 14, 2014
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