We're all in a jungle,

plunged into a lair of the uncanny,

where all bloody beasts hide

and disguise their social cannibalism

with a handsome or beautiful smile

We're in a forest of unexpected lions,

where each human is like walking meat,

we're all prey,

we always have to be on our toes,

because the betraying bushes

conspire with the red eyes

of awaiting vile tigers.

                                             By Kakraba Afful