As a smile is your armour;

a blissful base of security

and the handshake code

your companion's breastplate

there shall be a little, mighty

thorn in your hearts

As you laugh together

in the dynasty of unity,

blessed by harmony

there shall be a darkness,

that can dim your sanctities

Each of you, stop white bullets,

with the white silence

in the name of union,

you, out of love,

shall hold these cracks

to prevent the earthquake

But it is destined to shake

his or her life one day,

so if true friendship

must be unfurled,

the mirror shouldn't be hidden,

let the earthquake roar

so that he or she may be unshakeable,

let the bullets flow

that he may be bulletproof

and overall

be a friend to the truth.

By Kakraba Afful