Without A Rank Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The faith and the thought to upgrade my senses,
And the type of people around me and to fulfil my dreams;
So let me roll my boat to get to you my sweet one,
And like the way of purity from the innermost self.

I am a soldier at war without a rank,
So re-group yourselves and come to me;
For i am living within the rules of nature and love,
But i do have some views to share across.

From the wavelength of the sea and the status of my feet,
And to where many were swimming with their nakedness;
And they lay bare to the sandy beaches because of the Atlantic ocean.

How many rivers do i have to cross?
How many words do i have to write?
Of the accomplishment of a visit to the girl's dormitory;
Ans she was nicely placed among the ladies of love.