Each one was frozen

by cowardice enough

to hold back a fist,

by the words just couldn't rest

The other,

he had a mental regiment,

intentional trooping towards

the white camp of tolerance,

to break it down

with the purposeful barricade

of militance,

And the other,

not hesitating one bit,

was a massive boxer,

throwing hefty verbal punches,

here and there,

till the other guys teeth,

came flying across the air,

TKO! round 1!

now for to have

a special degree

in the equipment of oral dynamite,

he blasted the other

into smitherenes,

to the tininess of uselessness

Each had lost their dignity

and self respect,

there were no physical punches,

or uppercuts,

or any harsh exhibits of manhood

but words that held

each others throat,

but surely they were

in an emotional boxing ring,

My! those words were

the exaggeration of insults.

                                              By Kakraba Afful

Soldiers never pay tax for disobedience,

trampling on the silence

with the boastfulness of bullets,

house crying, as their spines are torn down,

all because one kind

wants to rule,

and the philosophy

of unity in difference

is long bombed by dismal bravery

Bombers flying high,

they leave their mechanical

droppings which puke and

fire just licks development

off the delicacy of peace

When they shoot the children,

not even an earthquake occurs

in their hearts,

what is this insanity?

and blood is the denim

they were with pride,

this is the exact novel

told by the pulse of sinistery

Clothed by a mental swastika,

they ban peace from the surface

of the earth,

when they stab lives with discomfort,

and maim dreams of harmony,

is this what we want?

the road lay pale,

they been killed

by the virus of potholes,

the fiery mosaic

of bombs have visited them too often

Just look at how the blood

of the wind congeals,

muted by all those A-K,

and destiny continues to muse

with a way to stop this brutality!

                                                      By Kakraba Afful

The political jedi knight

who fights with the saber of understanding

to slay all financial siths

Good with intentional,

the birth of the hospitals

have long cried with health,

as health comes,

financial shrieks ensure,

quite a vending machine

of Medicine

But I trust this jedi knight,

he shall tame the roar of complains,

and this health disaster,

with a mighty wisdom,

his shall turn gale to blessing,

and tsunami to a drop of water,

just with the strength of time,

modesty shall be the nicest way

of patience

So I give honour to this black Jedi knight

mighty in the garment of peace,

he holds the dove in his hands already,

because it has found a leaf

after the flood!

                                By Kakraba Afful

 Lawyer; "De-graft Afful Jr.

what do you have to say

about neglect her feelings?"

De-graft; "Well it wasn't my intention

to do so, I was threatened by

her brother and just walked

away for my own well being,

and also to preserve my

father's trust in me."

Lawyer; "So you're saying you didn't

break her heart at all."

De-graft;"Yes, I only obeyed

a direct order. It is as simply

as that, but was mistaken

for romantic maltreatment."

Lawyer;"Do you sir,

know that she loved you

with all her heart?"

De-graft;"Yes I do. In fact, that

is why we were in a relationship

for five years?"

Lawyer; "How did you meet her?"

De-graft;"I met her in church,

I was a first year in junior high school

at the time."

Lawyer; "How would you describe

your relationship with her?"

De-graft; "As deep as love, she was

the only girl I had the confidence

to woo. My conscience always

told me that if I didn't go talk

to her, I wouldn't be able

to listen to the word of God,

even though I was in church,

and that my eyes would be fixed

on someone other than the pastor."

Lawyer; "Are you sure you didn't flirt

with any other girls while with

her?"

De-graft;"No. I'm not a player,

besides I am not good at

wooing girls, how much more

wooing more than one. She

was the only one I had the

confidence to talk to."

                                                                     By Kakraba Afful