Happiness smokes a cigarrette

by the amber's glitter,

the smoke invades its lungs

and its black heart already,

blackens with walking destruction

 

Look!

Happiness smokes a cigarrette

and financial lust,

an economic nicotine,

that magnetizes expenditure

 

Happiness smokes a cigarrette

as my mind becomes lofty

beyond the fog,

with voices in my brain,

may I pardon my heart,

that it permits me to cough

and my life to cough

 

Happiness smoke a cigarrette

and my eyes redden

with a clogged mind,

the prophecy of rigid tears

to caome,

the alcohol, the cider

and the silently, timed

murder of luxury,

grabs me by its jaws.

By Kakraba Afful


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