Edward Kofi Louis
Aram - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The Birim River,
The 'galamsy' operators;
The Birim Forest,
The chainsaw operators;
I am Aram in the 'Akyem State' writing out my mind,
For the goddess 'Abenaa' is now angry.
MIning along the river banks,
Mining on the bed of the river,
But when will i rest my mind for the forth coming festival?
For these activities going on are against the status of the land;
And the gold rush had really changed the muse of this peaceful land.
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