Heartbreak Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A two-month-old baby is thrown into the river over here,
And i have my mind on this people to think twice;
But, how can i cow this people to accept their fault?

To ball the people and to put them into their shoes,
For my eyes are like the eagle around them;
But the Golan Height is a culture to you.

I can't forget about yesterday!
And of the kissng competition that we had;
But hatred and disease of the soul is what i see around me,
And i need an ample time to understand this people.

I need to enhance my status-quo and to love you,
For meeting at 'Sir Charles' in 'Winneba' means a lot;
But the sea will never dry up because of this heartbreak.

Detriment to their kith and kin,
Like the thirteen vehicles which was invloved in an accident;
And with the thirteen strokes of death to count,
For this heartbreak is like an insult upon an injury.