Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

My Muse

Born among them,
Mount Louis;
An altar of uncut stones!

There they were,
Hidden in his tent;
But they have stolen from us and,
Have covered up the theft!

It is joyful like,
Honey from the rock;
But at daybreak i will look for the thief.

Oil from the flinty rock,
The lion's carcass is now nearby;
But be separated from these negative acts of the world.

Be mindful and be peaceful,
And like the city of salt;
For your mother will explain a lot to you.

To the city of romance and to the city of peace,
To the city of love and to the city of care,
To the city of talents and to the city of thieves! !
Inheritance among the children,
But hear oh earth!
And ask your father to explain things for you,
But my muse is like the rain drops on every house.

Submitted: Thursday, February 17, 2011

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