Every Child Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

From your humble beginnings and,
To out turn out like a porter;
But, the skills of my poetry is like the muse of the wind,
And, it is like the burning desire of your love.

Behold! ! I can see it in your eyes;
The mus eof love that brings joy to the heart,
However, every child knows the mother more than the father.

The mus eof life,
Proving a point in Kenya, South Africa, Tanzania and Zimbabwe;
And like the immunologists with the 'Kwaku Ananse' Stories from Ghana.

The muse of life,
My candle is not yet burnt out my love;

But, you can hear the noise from the trumpeter!
With an obnoxious act to spread the Africans around the world like slaves.