Father right gave me
a transformation box of righteousness
in this tumultous, black war,
the war of irregularity and
the depletion of perfection
he had bestowed upon the earth

In this box, I saw tools,
vital vaccines that would heal
the earth from weeping,
by continuous tsunamis
and endless erosion,
the first thing I saw in this box
was a gigantic hammer,
I was supposed to use it to
hammer the clouds back to their aero destination,
without these, the nakedness of the sky
was seen, nature’s innocence was
being abused, raped by the ravenous
genius of depletion,

father right gave me seeds,
he said it was linked to the reason
why clouds died or were plunged into
extinction,
Destiny demanded me to plant
them in the womb of the earth,
these were its breathe of life,
so the globe could smile once more,
because transpiration brings clouds
and clouds bring rain,
then the soil can be set free from
drought, the land, baptized
by freshness and coolness

The last thing was a book,
it was the BOOK OF WISDOM,
he told me to read it so I become wise
and caution those scientists
to find a way of protecting the ozone layer
to prevent the burning armaggedon of tyrannical heat.
                                                                  By Kakraba Afful