My Time Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

My time,
With the hour hand and the minute hand;
While the hand of the seconds goes round to motivate my works,
On this earth.
My time,
Your time,
With the times of the world!
Used for righteous works or, for evil works on this earth;
However, many are those who have taken the time to destroy others.
Yes, with the ways of war!
But, this is not the reason why we were made on this earth in the first place;
We were created to love each other and, with joy!
Under the muse of the laws;
Without hurting our neighbours.
The time!
My time,
Your time;
Using the muse of my time for a positive work on this earth!
Since, the weapons are not helping matters at all for peace.
The Laws!
Written down for our benefit;
If only if we are ready to uphold the Laws and live,
But, the earth today at this time is reeling to and fro!
Because of the weapons of war in our hands.