Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 46,883 Points (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

50 Cent - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.

I was born in the ghetto with,
The status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
I was taught in the ghettto with,
Much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto without the Statue of Liberty to salute!
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket;
But, who is there to cover up your actions?

I was taught in a mud-house without slippers on my feet!
And, that's the kind of society i cam from;
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, hunger and starvation to crown the day! !
But, your killer gun in your pocket will give you up one day.

Taught by the streets,
Lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets,
Loved by the streets,
Hated by the streets,
And, many of us married by the streets;
The cluster of a phobia into my maturity,
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket today.

Stealing and looting! !
With plans to make the next move,
And, as a human-being who lives on 50 Cent a day.
Life in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish in my hand;
Life to me was just like the mountain of snakes,
So, just roll your boat with merry on your face.

Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !
With stealing and looting as the order of the day;
And of the plans to make it work.
I was just living on 50 Cent a day,
And, joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken;
Hope to me was like the killing of rabbits! !
Peace to me was like the frying of plantains;
And, of an excellent value for many of us when one dies,
But were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader.

To live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto! !
With the muse of the cluster of a phobia into my maturity;
Life in the ghetto,
Life on the run with the bullet train!
But at times, it was like the straw on a camel's back.
Life in the ghetto,
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused! !
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
With the negatives to meet all day Long.
Life in the ghetto,
Like half-naked Young Lovers who called for help!
Life in the ghetto,
Like the peace of one's mind with questions to the moon;
But all along, i have managed to live on 50 Cent a day.

Comments about 50 Cent by Edward Kofi Louis

  • Bronze Star - 2,283 Points Shahin Latif (11/21/2015 12:07:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I love this poem. I enjoyed it. Thank you so much. be well always. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 21,993 Points Melvina Germain (10/28/2015 1:25:00 AM)

    totally immersed in the streets, what an education and you most certainly showed us discipline with your 50 cents a day. Excellent and extremely powerful poem..... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,266 Points Vishal Sharma (10/16/2015 5:41:00 AM)

    great poetry from a great poet (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,146 Points Sofia Kioroglou (10/15/2015 5:48:00 AM)

    Brilliant! I am lost for words! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,427 Points Nyota Yasulwe (9/28/2015 3:27:00 AM)

    This poem reflects on the difficult life in the Ghetto but also offer a ray of home. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,784 Points Bharati Nayak (9/27/2015 1:06:00 PM)

    The poem portrays a vivid picture of Ghetto born life.Extreme poverty and social segregation becomes breeding
    ground for anti social activities.But in spite of a Ghetto background you have risen above by defeating all adversities.Kudos to you.Thanks for sharing this powerful write. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,045 Points Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 1:33:00 AM)

    Very beautiful expressions of love................ (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,365 Points Liza Sud Russia (9/15/2015 1:46:00 PM)

    sounds merry and happy! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,219 Points Babatunde Aremu (9/3/2015 5:26:00 AM)

    Nice write. The capture succinctly the sojourn of a ghetto-born. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,187 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (8/26/2015 11:34:00 AM)

    Great Imagery and nicely worded poem...I liked it... Thanks for sharing...Power packed (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,240 Points Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (8/6/2015 11:31:00 PM)

    A moving poem,50 cent! Taught, lived, learnt, loved...all on the streets. Brought tears into my eyes.
    Very well written Edward! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,213 Points Kinyua Karanja (7/24/2015 6:24:00 AM)

    I can relate the poem with most of society in Africa especial Sub Saharan where poverty is a norm and suppression, oppression and corruption is the thing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,808 Points Ramesh Rai (7/12/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    Not only powerful but touching also. I too have seen those days so I have decided to eradicate poverty from this world. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 424 Points Dr. Ramesh Mukhopadhyaya (7/1/2015 4:18:00 AM)

    Very Powerful A Poem (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,359 Points Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (6/30/2015 6:18:00 PM)

    Right. Loved and hated by the streets (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 96,384 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/26/2015 8:15:00 AM)

    Life's fair fountain that eluded me! !
    With stealing and looting as the order of the day; .. disusting to note but a reality...10

    circumstances make
    man dies for bread or cake
    it is denied
    but life is decided (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,565 Points Kewayne Wadley (6/19/2015 5:51:00 AM)

    Powerful work shown. Very thought provoking.
    Passionate poem about a subject most wouldn't tackle as greatly as you've done.
    The like button does no justice here as it can't be clicked enough times (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,737 Points Akachukwu Lekwauwa (6/4/2015 12:53:00 AM)

    Many simile with deep meanings coming together to bring to light the experiences of the poor in the society. Please review and offer your thought on these poems 'Isthmus Of Pain And Joy', 'The Empress Of My Heart' (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,262 Points Geetha Jayakumar (6/1/2015 11:35:00 AM)

    A Great write. Beautiful picture of poverty portrayed very well in this poem. Yes, for many 50 Cents means a lot.
    Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.

    Thank you for the valuable comment for my poem. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,139 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (5/22/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    Be it 50 or 500 cents, it matters not
    Even if it be all that you have got
    To some even 50 means quite a lot
    And you'll never find Gods blessings short....

    In many parts of the world people are suffering in luxury with many even taking the extreme step. Money for them has failed to bring happiness to the brain even when their stomachs were overfull. Wonderful thought provoking poem. I invite you to my page too (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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