Destiny Crash!
when night comes to town,
and the wolves howl at noon,
you must surely hear the sobbing
of weeping bullets,
and the invasion of danger
upon your life
the clock turns backwards,
and days of the sackcloth are rewinded
by these black signs,
it's the cobra of misery,
the fangs of poverty,
that seeks to bite you with
the venom of torment, this very moment
and your mind,
is like a mercedes benz,
raptured by a fatal accident,
you can't think straight,
you children's school fees have awaken
with a financial haunt,
christmas is near,
you have to fund your late father's funeral,
what are you gonna do?
SUCH, are the crosses of maturity.
By Kakraba Afful
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