The Captive Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The captives,
The muse of life,
The ways of nature,
The muse of love,
The rules of creation,
Love justice and hate robbery! !
And let your soul be joyful with the works of the truth;
Live in peace,
And share with your neighbours.

The dead do not know anything!
So, why worship the dead?
Wake up! !
Reason up,
Learn!
Be wise enough;
The ways of the wicked are hatred and war!
Killing people and, destroying the world.

A poor wise man,
A poor wise woman,
A poor wise child;
Wisdom is better than strength! !
So, let the truth be praised always;
Than the fruits of lies.

Trance!
At the entrance;
Stance,
Dance! !
The quiet words of a wise person whould be heeded to;
Rather than the shouting of a king of fools!

Illegal lust,
Like a spider hiding in thew deep freezer!
Character,
Life,
With your status in the land;
But, be very wise,
Accepting the works of the truth.

Sent, went, spent!
Talent;
Able to hear the words of the truth,
Based on positive morals,
Living on earth without hurting anyone.

The captive,
In life;
Looking for a safe place!
The place of love and,
The place of the truth;
Hope! !
Looking up,
Forward,
To lipf up!
Your heart;
With the works of the truth.

It will come!
One day,
Hope for it;
With the muse of truth,
Bringing joy and gladness,
With ideas.

The captive!
Of life;
But with hope,
For freedom! ! !
One day.