Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Lexi


Ant, antacid!
In a creek without a paddle;
Greek, creek!
Life is very hectic enough these days;
But, i am in the middle of the desert without any hope,
Because, you've aimed your weapons at me.

Ant, antacid!
Wrapped in vivid indigo robes;
but, i have to learn like the bird.
Ant, antacid!
Faith is not a jump into the dark,
But, a walk into the light;
So, i will surely overcome your plots.

Ant, antacid!
Like the medieval 'Ghana Empire';
But today, you have the GSM Algorithm along with you.
Ant, antacid!
Just write your Name across my heart;
For, the 'Love-Train' is now passing along! !
But, eating fresh fruits daily will reduce your heart diseases.

Ant, antacid!
Like the 'Takoradi Harbour' in Ghana, built in 1928;
But, the muse of life in Ghana today is with,
The reflections of the slavery days which brought about the Bond of 1844.
Ant, antacid!
To Lexi my friend i do write;
And like the battle of 'Bobikuma'! !
But, recorded history are there for us to learn from.

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013

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