Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 36,176 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Elian - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Poverty in the mist of riches,
And like the final nail in the coffin!
But my name is Elian to make a point,
For history is all that we know now.
No pay check can even motivate me,
As far as making people's lives better!
For i do feel the heat of the poor masses,
And like the trail which is on the rail.
Heartfelt grief and the stories of a recorded history,
But who cares about the plight of the poor? ! !
And life at times is like,
A Sultan's wealth from the oil;
And, with a battle in the Boitech Labs!
But we are marooned with a missing course.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 9, 2010

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