Upon this paper, I utter transparence,

a clarity formed with so much meaning

and it comes with a freshness,

we do not need comprehension,

neither do I ,

to speak this dialect

that unfurls with so much understanding

It is a friend, never to be discovered

a vision that can never be conceited,

it is not proud,

but humble, there for all,

and like oxygen,

it is known for an omnipotence,

in our lives,

but the lips are treachery

and turns reality to poison,

so that fiction seems like a companion,

but very soon

the law of the future, judges

and time shall always tell the story

by the oration of the hands on a clock

The truth is not a revelation,

it is an existence,

that lives among us

but when it is betrayed,

becomes an ambushing tiger

awaiting to strike in

the conspiracy of time.

                                    By Kakraba Afful