Arms of sin.
Pilfering is the currency
with the paper notes of brandish
evil, my owner of this money
is just unstoppable
go to the felony bank,
and you shall see tact,
the tall cashier,
awaiting you to buy
the blueprint of cadaverous thought
Very soon you’ll see banks
under than this one silently crumbling
with invisible black spots
that killed the righteousness of documents
to imperfection.
adn criminals get a discount
for their radioactive actions
sometimes, because sometimes the
media is an able-bodied disciple
of their reign of terror.
Never have I seen unity,
castrated just like that
till it bleeds and the
hot blood of destruction tells
the forlorn story of crime
and how the coup of injustice
now belows with dreadfull,
sinister pride.
By Kakraba Afful
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