This life, it's a boxing ring

we are constantly

jumping on a dagger trampoline

it's up to you

and me, to throw the punches

or be punched,

to serve the K.O.'s

or be T.K.Oed

Mr. Obstacle is the boxer,

he dances like riddles

solve the conundrum of persistence

and your punch

shall surely hit him hard

He's ripped,

muscles of defeat

black trunks of frustration

weighs dark pounds

of furnacing pressure

but you must be body-built

in the gym of visions;

lifting the weights of determination,

to defeat this

epitome of destruction

that has long

corrupted our system with disbelief,

take him down!

and set the world free

from the conviction of limitation.

By Kakraba Afful