Edward Kofi Louis
Edward Kofi Louis Poems
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|3293.||A Basket Full Of Flowers||6/11/2019|
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|3315.||No Normal Order||6/12/2019|
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|3317.||W. L. S.||6/12/2019|
'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.
I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?
I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
The love of a muse like Orange Street,
The pen of a writer like Banana Street,
This poem will teach many yet unborn.
From Marcus Garvey to Haile Selassie,
From Haile Selassie to Bob Marley,
From Bob Marley to all;
This poem is from a realm to guide many.
No bones for the dogs,