To work,
To earn,
To learn;
Like the maximum and the minimum curves! !
But, this lucrative venture came from a place called Tudu, in Accra.
Life and joy!
Like another promising writer;
But, a well written book is noted by its words,
And like the sweet muse of love in the land of beautiful flowers.
The progress at work!
The progress in Africa;
Well taught with the muse of peace,
But, i have to earn my living over here.
Life and joy!
Let us remember the very words of our ancestors;
For, true peace is not gained with the bullets of war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem