The Shadows Of Our Past Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Gold, slaves and ivory!
Identified by you who did something wrong in the land of nothing;
But the shadows of our past still rests on us today,
Because, they are recorded down in our history books.

The muse of life!
The rain is now knocking at your door and,
The surface of the soil is now exposed! !
Like strangers along the narrow path of the forest.

The muse of life,
With the shadows of our past!
Which still hangs around on our necks;
Because, they are recorded down in history books.