Intentional ignorance

is the chip, self-inserted

in the minds of men,

and shallowness is the intel core

Calousness is the program revealed,

if you looking into the mainframe

of negligence,thoughts  enhanced

by the Javascript of eclipsed conscience,

therefore bleak instructions

are sent to the face,

which is often an emotional mask

to frown in repulsion

This is all that is seen

in the mainframe of negligence,

life gets wasted,

as its electricity is misused,

this is apparently a power surge

for the nuns and the monks

and pastors or roman fathers

but such is life,

some must care,

some must be careless

the concept of physical inability,

that convicts some of our fellow humans,

dilates in some mentalities

a grim scene,

Let me just unplug

this huge computer of calousness

by saying;

we are there for each other,

care for the cripple,

care for the lepers,

care for needy,

that's  all I'm saying.

                                    By Kakraba Afful

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