His Cutlass Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

His Cutlass



To plant fruit trees and to eat from them,
And like Magic Johnson and Michael Jordan withthe basketball;
But, i will live to fulfil my dreams on this earth in peace.

One day the world will listen to me,
One day i will teach the world;
Because, i am like the farmer with his cutlass in his hand.

The bush of Africa!
Walking along thr narrow path;
Like the muse of a farmer walking to his farm.

I am like the shadow on the wall!
And like a shadow in your mind;
However, out of the mountains came out the waters of love.

Sunday, November 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: africa,basketball,hope,magic,mountains
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

Accra, GHANA
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