Mighty stallions that wear bronze,

brandished their hypocrisy

with the shine of darkness,

light creeps in the corner

but it is unseen

denied the fame of conquest

Night is the ruler known,

shadow walked boldly

with the sunlight of stars,

smiling like blood,

laughing like deception

The nation goes downward

with this spiral of demolition,

venom strikes the peace

and kills it silently,

there is war,

but smiles hid everything,

the smile of the night

The safe is empty,

but the truth is battered

and bruised by authority

maimed and hung and killed,

till its seen no more

But there are eminent men,

those who wrestle in this

ring of misfortune,

till nightmares are well-beaten,

and when it is,

they shall surely bring the

sun back from exile.

                                By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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