Just listen to the heartbeat

of disaster,

lips are trembling,

the future becomes one big

monster that swalloms them

in death

Debt is the hammer

that continues to hit their

head anytime they try

to flee for freedom,

in the extinction of money

Just see this social mathematics,

as to why the crime rate

increases,

with hunger dancing in the stomach,

burning unpleasantly,

eyes are reddening,

compassion is stolen by the drought

and their desperate hands

reach for the gun,

because death will be the price

to pay, if they sit

on the thorny seat of starvation

This is why we have robbers,

well, one of the reasons,

just look at crime,

and you know that somehow,

the hands of help have been hidden

from them,

but they linger happily

in the absence of salvation,

once the stomach indoctrinates

them with compelled evil

It's like a social nicotine

injected to them by the syringe

of hard times,

please, help poor and needy,

you never know,

because the stomach

has the strongest, persuasive voice,

when it comes to the court

of ones body.

                      By Kakraba Afful