Without Concern Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cold rooms,
Cold nights,
Living in a cold house;
With no respect for the human race!
Living one alone without concern.
Stones, bones, tones, crones, drones, cones, thrones!
Where is the love that youz promised me?
But, it houses where like pockets,
I will not have problem with my pocket.
Deed, deried!
On the issue,
On the situation,
Individuals;
With the muse of the categories of people seen around,
But, let us always call a spade a spade.