'Akpeteshie' - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Work is what you need but,
Food is the fuel of the body;
You are in your robe to rub your hands with the local gin!
This is the name of the local gin that you've been drinking all day long.

The pastor threw up after being caught up with the same local gin!
But, let us all practice what we preach in this life and live by the words! !
For, he was caught drunk and throwing up.

The local gin that destroys my people without a clue;
And, they love to drink this local gin than, spending their money on food.

Poems by Edward Kofi Louis

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