Without Visa Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I am the archaeologist of laughter when it comes to wisdom,
And my home is the sweet paradise without visa;
Come and feel the aroma around and the metamorphosis that it brings.
Of tales, trends, tips and trivial matters;
And of an ecological clock wirth the beauty of my mind,
But try to step out of the pages of history with the graphics around.

Educate men without religion and,
You will make them clever devils!
But unique in style is the wisdom of the laughter that i bring.
The schools teach the means of education but not education itself,
For all the eyes do have it!
But if you wake up and quarrel everyday,
You are saying your prayers to the Devil.

It is like a curious world of visions,
But Adam and Eve were created in their nakedness;
And i will be 2000 miles away towards heaven when you look for me.
There is nothing much greater than honour received among your peers,
For i am the archaeologist of laughter!
And my home is the sweet paradise without visa.