The Drummer Boy Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Blest of wind to bow my mind! !
A wind of change to sweep my feet;
The drummer boy is in town to tell us a story!
Gong-Gong to my culture when i am free;
To mark the lonely bird who is about to sing.

To a voice that speaks when you will listen!
To a leader that rules when you are in HIPC ('Heavily Indebted Poor Countries') ;
Mark the sweet voice of the lonely bird.

Hew the hidden forest! ! !
Mow the exposed grass!
For the mew of the cat is a warning to all of us;
Muse of the drummer boy in town.

To the dog that has a tail,
To the cat that has a tail,
The mouse also has a tail in times like this!
The muse;
To the zeal of a bard! ! ! !
To the weal of the people;
A hero's frost to the zero loom is noted by the drummer boy.

Look! ! ! When you can see!
Hear! ! When you can listen;
The gong-gong beat of my culture is here to stay;
Talking and asking!
Like a yodel made in the mist of jokers;
But, the yokel looks on.

Whisy-washy! !
The lonely bird sings!
A wireless wit of wisdom from the drummer boy;
In caves of leadership in ancient times!
In homes of a ruler of the present time;
To mow the weed and to give us glory! !
The zeal of the bard and the weal of the people.