Edward Kofi Louis

Gold Star - 77,993 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

  • Roy Ballard (2/8/2016 2:06:00 PM)

    Should we wring our hands and say 'How hopeless is this ghetto'? No, because it is crowded with life, as crowded as the fetid bogs and marshes where life evolved in the first place and as full of hope. We see the ghetto as a horror, and so it is for gentle folk who caught 'Life's fair fountain, but it is in the cockpits of the world that mankind progresses. Even here you will find love and tenderness and the vital urge to do better.
    Thank you for prompting these thoughts with your poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/2/2016 12:27:00 PM)

    A sad story that surges with significance in dealing with the plights of poverty. Well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Valentin Savin Valentin Savin (2/1/2016 9:58:00 AM)

    What a poignant and sad poem of a life one has to go through. It has produced such a deep impact on me. I wish you all the best in your powerful writing. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Ernest Makuakua Ernest Makuakua (1/15/2016 2:43:00 AM)

    hhm touched and inspired thank you so much for sharing

    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.

    THANKS FOR A BEAUTIFUL PIECE HERES A 10 FROM ME (Report) Reply

  • Dutendra Chamling Dutendra Chamling (1/13/2016 5:36:00 AM)

    Edward Kofi Louis! Beautiful poem! (Report) Reply

  • Prempeh Dominic Prempeh Dominic (1/7/2016 6:40:00 AM)

    When we had nothing to eat
    but on we move to wrestle
    Life in the ghetto, hmmm (Report) Reply

  • Lihle Shezi (1/5/2016 11:58:00 AM)

    I love how vivd you tale your ballad. I grew up in the rural area in south africa. I related with somuch you spoke off (Report) Reply

  • Lalitha Iyer (1/5/2016 11:31:00 AM)

    An incredible write................................................great, great, great......................... (Report) Reply

  • Perry Shepard Perry Shepard (1/2/2016 12:55:00 PM)

    Eward great images if youth in a ghetto in a country with no hope. Great to see the protagonist reject the violence and embrace and learn from his expedience. Read it outloud to yourself and look for the pace of the rhythm you set with your words. Great Job loved the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (12/25/2015 2:17:00 PM)

    A compelling and courageous cry about the challenges of life in the ghetto. Well done my friend! (Report) Reply

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (12/22/2015 9:40:00 AM)

    Verily, a great saga of suffering and a great effort to turn oneself from.. (Report) Reply

  • Shahin Latif 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

  • Melvina Germain 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

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (10/16/2015 5:41:00 AM)

    great poetry from a great poet (Report) Reply

  • Sofia Kioroglou Sofia Kioroglou (10/15/2015 5:48:00 AM)

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

  • Nyota Yasulwe 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

  • Bharati Nayak 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

  • Sranisha Francis Sranisha Francis (9/25/2015 1:33:00 AM)

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

  • Liza Sud Russia Liza Sud Russia (9/15/2015 1:46:00 PM)

    sounds merry and happy! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu Babatunde Aremu (9/3/2015 5:26:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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