Reaching Out

The larvea if an African fly survive,
With the bush of the African trees to share a dream;
But the animations of our lives are well exposed than thought.
Oh, the kite of Africa lies so high;
But the metablism of this larvae needs to be studied.

Up high in the air,
And the African is of the hope of reaching out to the world;
But we have to harness this strength through a thin wind.

Of such a hectic life,
With inappropriate fleshly desires of man to man;
But my people need much experiences of life to survive.

The larvae of an African fly survive,
To be drawn out of water to make a move;
And like a man who has an unbelieving wife,
Our hopes and dreams are still with us to strick the even.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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