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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