welcome to the morge

where the light of redemption dims,

and a titanic nation

that sinks daily

in the quicksand of silent crime

The land is dead,

but righteousness is dehumanized

by a financial leprosy,

delightful to the wealthy,

transforming the unfortunate

into a clustomy

The corpse of countries

is buried with the dismal

epitaph known as ignorance,

as it was invaded by

financial vampires,

which silently turn it

from Eden to a desert of hopelessness

and mediocrity

is the constant language spoken

The sun, murders coolness

with economic scorches,

even harmattan is a consolation

in this case,

as corruption is the maggot

seen swimming in

the corpse of nations.

By Kakraba Afful