Only he, could reveal the secret,

but your flaws does solicit

with utmost care,

when friendship hugs him,

but falaws turn to a snare

when he unleashes it

as the smile of dynamite

In the name of jokes, a jocular tunic

does he hide his dagger

ready to strike,

when you don't give

him what he wants

He is a vending machine,

nothing goes for free,

but gently disguised

himself as friendship,

surely will not stand by

you when the hurricane,

strikes,

and shall even sedn

the tornadoes and the gale,

to tell the novel of treachery

But this breathing lie,

will be unmasked by

the discovery of time,

where the truth

shall be seen for what

it is.

By Kakraba Afful