Grapple, Apple, Dapple! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The money,
The honey,
With the muse of silver and gold;
Grapple, apple, dapple!
But, unique and beautiful is the muse of love;
And, now, hatred opens its mouth widely like a crocodile around you.

Security,
Operations!
With the determinations of the laws at hand;
Illegal lust,
It stats like this and it ends up on the bed!
Because of sick minds and sick bodies,
Living in the name of evil.

Alliance!
Accountable,
But, contended like a litany;
With money in the hands of the drug peddlers.
Grapple, apple, dapple!
Advising,
Indirectly;
To read the script and to learn from it,
Because, hatred is now taking over the earth.