By the swagger of the shrapnels

people die by the laughter

of war and devout fire burning

the land with a strong defiance

of peace, burning the silence

and the harmony with the

frown of the flames

By the swagger of the shrapnels

men die,

bullets parade the innocent bodies

of people, death is the stamp on their lives,

their bodies then become corpses

and hopes die

The bombs laugh

the defiant fire spreads about

and the sand baptises the corpses

with the clay of death,

this is the behemoth of war

and its rage

destroys...

                                By Kakraba Afful