danger is the law

harmony is the flaw

you can feel the perilous ounce of steel

breathing on your leg,

ready to have your ankles as a meal,

there's a sleeping gunpowder keg,

You are walking on a mine-mat

beware!

curiousity kills the cat

Hear the breathe of peril

offer you a bed of spines,

the banishment of tranquil,

and peace, moan charged with silence fines

To history, this is a foul tense,

and the present, receives the ignorant

kiss of recompense,

bullets are laughing

as AK's make jests,

machine guns cackling,

grenades, the pests

Murder lives next door,

ready to steal your life

and make you poor,

so make sure your eyes

do not see the rifle hole,

as it plans to settle the score.

By Kakraba Afful