and with words

that do slither

in the minds of unfortune children,

lying fangs are revealed

and the venom of misconception

spat into fantasies

till dreams die

by an involuntary, oral eutanasia

Not words of a simoom

not words of a gale

but a chimney that coughs,

because its lungs

are clogged with

the dirt virus coughed

by other chimney

and he...or she

coughs, releases the

perceptional smog

into the youthful sky,

till the kids

minds become clouded

with fear

that now becomes

flawless but the

endless repetition of this pollution

Then these children,

also cough out discouragement,

apparently, inspiration

must be the quarantine to vaccinate this virus.

By Kakraba Afful