In the arena of defeat,
this worthless gladiator
only wrestles with ants,
brawling with them,
it’s not his fault,
he’s wearing the fake, inverted
lens of faithlessness,
so an ant looks like Guilliver
to an elf, in his eyes

In the arena of defeat,
some are even worse,
trapped in a circular colosseum
where there’s the drought
of perseverance and blatant ignorance,
forgetting that all
trials are blessings in disguise

In the arena of defeat,
some are even the worst,
punching the air, fighting mirages,
brawling with things that aren’t real,
drinking alcohol, is one large fiction
of life, you can’t escape from reality,
some still fight with the past,
while it’s withered and dead,
so they’re warriors of life, withered and dead,
think clear,
think straight,
about the future and something
will definitely happen.
                                            By Kakraba Afful