Torman Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The medical reports and the expenses,
And of a shelter against the storm and the expectations;
Stop the killings and help the people!
For your personal directorate means a lot.
Horrified spasm of violence and hate,
Out away the guns and let us care for each other;
For the anatomy of the game is all about us.
I am Torman and i need love and care,
But what i see around me tells the story over here;
And like the rains that came at last after thirty years.