the pain of fame,
I realized, is the day that disaster struck
I was the icon of the world,
everyone knew me,
like Michael Jackson, I was a fiery star,
a revolutional sensation,
destined to millions of screaming fans
now I unleashed my white voice,
to the whole world,
men neighed, women sighed and fell at my feet,
they really loved me,
the threw roses at my feet

at took a proud bow,
saying;”thank y’all for coming”
but suddenly my voice vanishes,
the reason for my fame,
my fans begin to flee from my disgrace,
the curtain is closing on me,
I’m humiliated,
the only one on stage,
now the fallen roses, looking hypocritical
in support, stare at me,
a victim of failing,
as the curtain closes,
I can’t take it anymore,
I put a pistol to my hand
and cock it,
the end.
                                By Kakraba Afful