Look into those weeping eyes,

tell me that you see her comfort

stuffed into a greedy furnace

look into the sanctity of his heart,

please tell me, you see cracks

in it, faults by a cardiac earthquake

with the eruption of blood,

killing it's existence

See deep, hear deep,

see and hear

the cataclysmic turbulence

of her soul,

the way nasty tornadoes

of misfortune have blown away

his life,

with an airy ink of defeat,

hear the chuckling of hurricanes,

wrestling and strangling her

destiny to death

Pay attention to him,

a sunken city,

swallowed by a tumultous flood,

watch her,

bleeding from the sharp stab

of excrutiating experiences;

And let sincere tears

well down, your eyes as well,

let your heart burn in

a frying furnace of guilt

let your heart be

filled with the cracks of worry,

for seeing someone

who has been dumped

in the scrapyard of life

let your blood erupt

by the hormone of solicitude,

for someone whose beliefs

are in crutches

and whose confidence has

been crippled by the

menacing, laughing turmoil of life

Be concerned,

let's care for one another,

be a handkerchief to a weeping soul,

an ointment to an aching heart,

turn their tears to honey

and you shall be blessed.

                                    By Kakraba Afful