Theives, Fugitives! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Rum, tantrum!
Anger does not solve a problem;
Tantrums,
To grow up;
House, mouse!
I will live through it and,
I will survive.
Theives, fugitives!
Rogues,
To be natural;
the sudden change,
Planned! !
But, hatched in the chambers of your room.
Gave, grave!
At the 'Achimota Forest' in Accra;
But, try to look at the eyes.
Have, shave!
This act is not in my culture! !
But, your gold and money now rules the world.
Team, steam!
Pratical,
Story, derisory!
Identical,
Like a bad sign.
Jumping from behind! !
Like a bad omen;
But, poetry is my life and my world.
Actor, factor!
Now you know how to use it so,
Use it.
Thieves, fugitives!
Missing and noted,
Lost and found;
But, an old known devil is better than the saint unknown.