The Ship Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

An open door,
The aroma of life;
But, a prisoner of the world!
And, the seed of the flesh.

An open door!
But, indebted to the wise and unwise with my works;
With Mar's hills like the object worship to some people,
However, i always have something to write about to educate the people.

Whitewashed walls!
Like temples made with hands;
Empty glory!
With the muse of the land in view;
But, the ship unloaded its cargo.