The Accolade

Muse, use, fuse, ruse;
And like the mortal remains of my friend,
But i need to take a walk on the path of righteousness,
Because i really know what killed him.

The accolade,
With generosity and kindness;
But you were eulogized in the land of joy! !
And like your studies at 'Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology',
But the final funeral rites would be held at a piece of land far away from you!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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