The Father Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Parthians and Mesopotamia,
Phrygia and Pamphylia,
In the late night like Herod and Pontius Pilate!
And of the Father of Abraham, Isaac and Yaaqob;
But i will always be in the garden of truth.

Cretans and Hralos,
Medes and Elamites,
Baraabas! Baraabas! !
But i am from the land of Cyprus;
And i am like the stone which the builders rejected some time ago.

This poem is for you to learn,
For it is about wisdom to those who understand my steps;
And like the shadow of Kepha!
But to Aretes king of Damascus i do rest my muse.

If boasting is necessary,
I will not boast concerning the things of my weakness;
Because most of the secrets of the earth are still found in Mesopotamia! !