Tribute Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Cash and carry!
Make it sweet;
With the muse of honey and money,
And, to hammer me here and ther to feel the change.

Cash and carry!
Like a little boy sucking his mother's milk;
And, with past and present jokes of life.

Symbols! !
Very difficult to learn them;
And, to teach you as you grow,
But, the muse of life around us in this town is with money and honey.

Tribute,
Like refugees in their camps seeking for help;
But, my loneliness is satisfied by this piece of work,
Able to touch the hearts of many.

Tribute,
With the sentimental muse of life to upgrade my mind;
So, try to cry if this tribute is for you and,
Let me wipe your tears with love.

Tribute!
Her ei come again to take up my stand;
In Harare,
With the spirits of the world holding up a meeting beside the grave.

Tribute,
Now the day is over with my comments;
Toiling along all day long to upgrade my mind,
But, the sun shines brightly by day and, the moon also gives us light by night.

Tribute of a lost one,
Tribute of a lost hope,
But, success lies ahead of me!
As hunger and starvation do lead the way;
However, the future is yet to be told.