Like Crocodiles Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Illegal lust,
Pleasure things,
Worldly items;
Like crocodiles in a river.

Nature!
The weather acts in its own ways;
Bringing in the rain and, the heat.
Hour, our!
Like the muse of a River God at the meeting point of an estuary;
Close to the area! !
But, with an eyesore because of worldly pleasures.

Each, leach!
Like a stram of poisonous liquid;
Floating around,
Frustrated! !
With the lust of the nakedness of this world.