Farkash Ii Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cincinnati is the land of my peace! !
Love fever and the muse of joy;
The new age, to save a life, to save my life, to save your life.

Keep it up! Keep it moving, freeze, breeze;
Lead, head, dread!
Back-shot, steppers, bread, mead, read, dynamite! !

Version, roots, position, concussion, backup;
The African king! The African queen!
Style, cover, remix, edition, pull up, warm up, missing you;
Soul street, banner, the muse of peace, joy ans love.

To Farkash my friend,
Of your love, of my love, modern;
One, tone, gone!
One step ahead, one step beyond, of the traditions in the archives;
Of the Professor and of this poetry!
But, keep it real as, bone, hone, prone! !

Keep it nice, keep it lovely, at the best!
To take control, every year;
Driven, broad, moderation, elaborate it like,
Throne, crone, stone! !

From several towns, with my ideology;
I want to walk with you in the name of love!
Recognition, position, apart, and like a clay pot with,
Pone, phone, one, none, done, cone, drone!