The earth tastes suicidal,

we are living in fairy tales,

the mind has manufactured

garments from the air;

and created an eminent

spear fortress with the clouds

We have a spine helmet

on our heads,

and visions turn grim

with logty beliefs

of unexpected horror

Ignorance is the scaremonger,

telling the tales

that make reality rot

in cadavery

and a malodoury mentality

Things unseen,

mirages which have

bribed their way

into existence

by the felony of the eyes

Visions commit crime,

as they solicit

our thinking with lies

and fate stamps

an embargo

on open-mindedness.

By Kakraba Afful