Lo and behold my eyes are blinded by rage,

my soul is at war,

the spears that connive and condone,

with the night daggers,

and my mist blinks at a horrible twilight,

by the screaming moon,

this I behold,

with eyes that never saw

Wounded to solitude,

imprisoned by invasions of the mind,

the tyranny of calculation,

but now this rebellion,

burns the blueprints,

with the eyes that saw

But within me,

the clouds are frowning,

gnawing like foxes,

trying to hunt me down,

with the anger of silver lining

and mercy bleeds

by wickedness

now I am a living matyr

Calculation and emotion,

the mind and the heart,

battling for sanity,

but by the smile of destiny,

it is the mind that must

run mad,

so the heart can be welcomed into normality,

and banished from oblivion

The spears bow down,

the bullets of persecution seize,

the heartbeat of war, stops

the stampeding dust settles,

and this scene comes,

with the eyes that saw

A redemption that walks,

and catches my breathe

without understanding,

darkness is maimed,

and a light clothes me,

with peace,

and so again I see,

with the eyes that saw,

and the heart that still beats

and the hands that felt hers,

and with a dignity that grew tall,

and an awareness that melted,

since she came,

I was reincarnated,

with the eyes that saw,

and the heart that still beats,

playing with an orchestra of happiness,

and hands that felt.

                                                 By Kakraba Afful

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

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