In life, you can witness

how the minds of many

are raped by falsehood,

and their innocence,

like a corrupted virginity

that now bleeds,

is deeply soaked in tears

By many, who

speak the dialect of a simoom

there is a blindness

common to all,

that by words,

evident truths be maimed

and declared waste,

and hidden till it

rots by time

Well, with the skills

of the tongue, an uncanny

jungle is created

and now the truth becomes

a lion or tiger

waiting to ambush those

who have stolen

the honey of revelation

in this forest of life.

                                             By Kakraba Afful