A magnificent tyranny!
first, upon the mountains,
a chill creeps...
leaps with a menace of discomfort,
warmth is murdered,
the walls of autumn seem to be broken
and the siege begins
they have connived and condoned with
the suicidal hour,
broadcasting, mailing, telegram, sending
this bleak message to all,
that master frost, reigns supreme
due to the dismal mutiny of time!
the autumn is a traitor!
where is it?
it was supposed to protect us!
Prevent nature from putting
us in the fridge
a victor returns!
a mighty warrior, from the exile
and soaring above the sky majestically with
a boastful laugh,
brings the chilly siege to an end
with the grand brandish of sunshine
and you can feel the sunlight,
dancing in the sky,
we'd rather prefer this tyrant,
to the other wouldn't we?
O what a magnificent tyranny!
By Kakraba Afful
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