Gone Too Soon Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Grilled and barbecued babies,
In a land called Japan!
He who have ears,
Let him hear this message.
Gone too soon without a trace,
In a land called Japan;
She who have ears,
Let her hear this message.
Wine is a man but,
Beer is a woman;
Life is all about us but,
One man's meat is another man's poison.
A very sad state,
Where babies are barbecued for food;
I don't need medals to crown my intelligence,
All that i need is love.
Gone too soon,
Gone too soon!
The Blackman's stress is under his skin;
Gone too soon,
Gone too soon!
The Whiteman's stress is on his face;
Just as it is seen by nature.
In the land of Japan!
Today is the day,
Tomorrow is another day;
But, yesterday is gone too soon.