of all liquids, why does it have
to be blood?
why does blood have to be the
universal commodity that quenches
the dynamite of misunderstanding,
which explodes with a forceful,
tyrannical fire of confusion?

All over Africa, Congo, Burundi, Liberia,
All over the Middle east, Iran and Iraq,
why does blood have to purged
the squalor of this millitant sin?

Now the world bleeds, in dilapidation,
it has been mutilated,
sickened with the illness of war,
from world war 1 and 2 till now,
after the atomic bomb,
it’s womb in Hiroshima and Nagasaki was destroyed,
when mother earth tried
to give birth, it was deformed children
why?

as the blood of the dead sink deep into
the earth, it rejects it, vomiting black blood,
the world is not feeling well,
don’t you get it?
it chokes in the incumberance
of murderous smoke, grenades and
it never sleeps with all the noise those
bombs create, all in the name of war,
self-respect,
it’s half life is decreasing by the years,
what are we doing to save it?

One wonders at how the children
disrespect the mother,
so many fights,
now it’s skin wrinkles with a drought,
in anger, it visits you with starvation,
pure famine, to punish the stubborn ones,
yet only the strong survive,
slowly, it refuses to showers blessings
of foreign exchange on us, precious minerals,
like gold, diamonds and so on.
why does it have to be this way?
why are we stabbing our mother with militance?

violence is not the answer,
peace is the light, that makes
the earth smile, let join hands, bury the hatchets,
to ressurect the world from this slow death.
                                               By Kakraba Afful