Sleeping Poison
Only he, could reveal the secret,
but your flaws does solicit
with utmost care,
when friendship hugs him,
but falaws turn to a snare
when he unleashes it
as the smile of dynamite
In the name of jokes, a jocular tunic
does he hide his dagger
ready to strike,
when you don't give
him what he wants
He is a vending machine,
nothing goes for free,
but gently disguised
himself as friendship,
surely will not stand by
you when the hurricane,
strikes,
and shall even sedn
the tornadoes and the gale,
to tell the novel of treachery
But this breathing lie,
will be unmasked by
the discovery of time,
where the truth
shall be seen for what
it is.
By Kakraba Afful
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