Mighty stallions that wear bronze,
brandished their hypocrisy
with the shine of darkness,
light creeps in the corner
but it is unseen
denied the fame of conquest
Night is the ruler known,
shadow walked boldly
with the sunlight of stars,
smiling like blood,
laughing like deception
The nation goes downward
with this spiral of demolition,
venom strikes the peace
and kills it silently,
there is war,
but smiles hid everything,
the smile of the night
The safe is empty,
but the truth is battered
and bruised by authority
maimed and hung and killed,
till its seen no more
But there are eminent men,
those who wrestle in this
ring of misfortune,
till nightmares are well-beaten,
and when it is,
they shall surely bring the
sun back from exile.
By Kakraba Afful