Without Peace Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I was your father yesterday and,
You are my son today;
But we will all be the children of the Creator tomorrow!

With glory, honour and the laws;
With the fowls of the air and the fish of the sea,
But today's worried world is without peace.

Discarded!
And you are led by the perfected laws of the faith;
But with the peramble matters to remember at last,
For this day was meant for you and me.

Pluralism and singularity!
Mother Nature cries for help;
And with the discourse of free thinking to meet my muse,
For the school boys are late today.