Festival Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Festival



Festival,
Sanctuary,
Inspiration,
Quest! !
Banquest,
Best!
Footsie,
Nest,
Brook, crook!
Croquette,
The best always wins;
However, there are crooked ways in life at times.
Who is this man?
Who is this woman?
Who is this girl?
Who is this boy?
Bars for drinks and,
Bars for the laws!
But, today,
You are behind bar.
Bun, bin!
Shameless,
Even though you are naked in the yes of the public.
Age, heritage!
With the passage of the works of the truth;
Taling the advantage to learn for the better,
In the name of this festival.

Thursday, March 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: festival
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Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

Accra, GHANA
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