Dorward Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Dorward, Dora, road, ward, rod, draw, row, raw, dad, war!
But, i am still sitting down alone waiting for her in the bush;
All in the Name of love.

Over, Glover!
With hatred separating eople all the time;
But, my faith will lead me on.

War! !
Words,
Works.

Love!
The perfect Signal;
With the muse of peace.

Draw, raw!
In the City od death without true love;
But, who is ready to end the war?

The colours of nature!
The colours of love;
Leading the positive mind in the right direction.

Life!
With the magic roundabout in the land of your sweet muse;
But, be very wise to live with the truth always.