The Carcas Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A sacrifice after childbirth,
The period of separation;
A suspensive guilt like,
The carcas of an unclean animal.
To be fully cooked,
The meat is roasting over an open fire!
It must be very neat as well.

One person touches an unclean thing,
Another person touches a clean thing;
All in this world to make a choice.
The gleanings of a field,
To reap the harvest;
Olives and grapes,
You may eat its fruits;
But three times in a year you must keep the feast.

He is a stranger,
She is a stranger,
The first tithe is Holy;
Of leaven and honey,
Of peace and love,
Do not eat blood.

To the second tithe of grain,
To the second tithe of wine,
To the second tithe of oil,
Like a daughter of a priest;
Do not eat it raw or boiled,
It must be roasted!

He is poor to pay his debts,
She is poor to pay her debts,
Like a sacrifice after childbirth;
But he is a native of your own country.
Love, peace and care;
She is a native of your own country.
One thing is clean to you and,
Another is unclean to me;
But like life's own choices,
We have to offer a sacrifice after childbirth.