Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 372,843 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

50 Cent - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

'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!
And, that's the kind of society i cam from;
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, hunger and starvation to crown the day! !
But, your killer gun in your pocket will give you up one day.

Taught by the streets,
Lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets,
Loved by the streets,
Hated by the streets,
And, many of us married by the streets;
The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today.

Stealing and looting! !
With plans to make the next move,
And, as a human-being who lives on 50 Cent a day.
Life in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
Life to me was just like the mountain of snakes,
So, just roll your boat with merry on your face.

Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !
With stealing and looting as the order of the day;
And of the plans to make it work.
I was just living on 50 Cent a day,
And, joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken;
Hope to me was like the killing of rabbits! !
Peace to me was like the frying of plantains;
And, of an excellent value for many of us when one dies,
But were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader.

To live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto! !
With the muse of the cluster of a phobia into my maturity;
Life in the ghetto,
Life on the run with the bullet train!
But at times, it was like the straw on a camel's back.
Life in the ghetto,
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused! !
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
With the negatives to meet all day Long.
Life in the ghetto,
Like half-naked Young Lovers who called for help!
Life in the ghetto,
Like the peace of one's mind with questions to the moon;
But all along, i have managed to live on 50 Cent a day.


Comments about 50 Cent by Edward Kofi Louis

  • Mary Skarpathiotaki (1/18/2018 1:57:00 AM)


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  • Mary Skarpathiotaki (1/18/2018 1:55:00 AM)


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  • Dr Dillip K Swain (1/6/2018 9:38:00 AM)


    A great poem... I enjoy this poem reading again and again. Many congratulations (Report) Reply

  • (1/5/2018 11:36:00 PM)


    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 sir I absolute love your falling and poem 10++++++
    (Report) Reply

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (12/19/2017 8:02:00 AM)


    A great write I enjoyed reading it second time Absolutely fabulous expression (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/13/2017 10:20:00 PM)


    The muse of life with hustle and bustle! ! Thanks for your comment. (Report) Reply

  • Rajendra Rout (12/12/2017 11:44:00 PM)


    That was so well written and full
    feelings expressed.i enjoy this poem
    (Report) Reply

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (12/2/2017 9:59:00 PM)


    Excellent! ...So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
    You have a killer gun in your pocket....Enjoyed reading your poem dear poet!
    (Report) Reply

  • Abhisek Bandopadhyay (10/11/2017 7:36:00 AM)


    More than a poem, this is the story of a lifetime of hardship and dearth; have been drawn to it over and over; thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/27/2017 2:53:00 PM)


    Taught by the streets,
    Lived by the streets,
    Learned by the streets,
    Loved by the streets,
    Hated by the streets,
    And, many of us married by the streets;
    The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
    That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today.

    A rare poem with so much pains and pleasures painted as one.
    Felt like reading it again.
    Thanks poet for this unique and marvelous poem.
    10++++++++++++++++
    Regards. Subhas
    (Report) Reply

  • (9/15/2017 1:53:00 AM)


    An educational piece of writing. I read it all. May your life improve. (Report) Reply

  • Obigod Chidi Cece (9/3/2017 10:03:00 AM)


    A Legendary poem. I will roll my boat with 50 cents till i land on the treasure islands and sit enthroned on Golds. (Report) Reply

  • Prabhata Kumar Sahoo (9/2/2017 7:01:00 AM)


    Insight into poverty thru positive attitude -a nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Denis Mair (9/1/2017 9:56:00 AM)


    best ever for tenacity of youth bent on learning
    best ever for the keen, hunger-whetted edge
    best ever for rising on most meager means
    best ever for never getting snared by hatred
    best for keeping ahead of the bullet train
    then roll far ahead with merry on your face
    to charm smiles from a gazelle-like Muse
    (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (6/12/2017 2:14:00 AM)


    Very well expounded poem making a reader feel the life in ghettos. Love reading this.Thanks for visiting my page to read poem of the day 'Musing of an Autistic (Report) Reply

  • Sheryl Deane (6/5/2017 2:42:00 PM)


    A brilliant poem with a strong message and dose of how it is living on 50 cents a day. Just that thought makes me think of what value 50c has, and how impossible it would be to live on it in a western country. I feel sad that Africa suffers and children grow up in ghettos. (Report) Reply

  • Rajendran Muthiah (6/3/2017 6:43:00 PM)


    Born in the ghetto, grown and taught in the streets, will he have fear for the gun hidden pocket of the thief?
    This is a speaking poem. The poverty of the man in ghetto is portrayed with realism.
    (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/3/2017 5:57:00 AM)


    good poem, I value it sir. (Report) Reply

  • (4/25/2017 3:57:00 AM)


    If something comes too good, we often remain speechless, but one complimentary word on our tounges: WONDERFUL! (Report) Reply

  • Payal Priya (4/23/2017 12:48:00 AM)


    So poignant! ! Life in a ghetto is reflected so deftly in your poem.The images are novel and complement your thoughts. Beautiful.' (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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