Roasted On The Fire Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Roasted On The Fire



In the middle of the road,
The birds of the air flew above me with a signal;
But you wre nowhere to be found.

Blemish,
Unleavened,
Must only be roasted on the fire!
But you wre nowhere to be found.

Villainy,
Disfigured,
Humiliated,
Greatly ashamed!
But you were nowhere to be found,
And the day ended with a sad note.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Edward Kofi Louis

Edward Kofi Louis

Accra, GHANA
Close
Error Success