Davide Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Davide, David, iad, aide, did, die, dead;
With the news of the sad stories from the land of war,
Where, there is no peace.
Chill, hill, ill!
With the bullets of war creating refugees across the borders;
But, when will mankind drop down the weapons?

The drama! !
The bullets of war;
Death!
With the projections of war;
But, when will mankind drop down the weapons?

Bombs! !
Scattered;
Dead bodies,
And, with the bullets of war creating refugees all over the world.