Trouble.
it’s raining blizzards
so you’re forced to pull the social trigger,
shoot down righteousness
killing it from your personality
as others have down
you’ve been swallowed by
the cyclone of poverty
and the dollar bills are flying away,
it’s the tyranny of life,
that comes devoid of freedom
this is vomit poured out
on you from the world’s mouth
in your life, there is eternal, gloomy night
your life is bathing in a puddle,
not much you can do,
jobless,
penniless,
needy,
hunger knocks at my door,
your stomach is burning,
witness the drought of happiness
as you witness people smiling,
when you can’t in this bitter world
of endless sorrow,
now you’re almost erased by turmoil
to extinction,
because of these grim forces of life,
what will you do?
By Kakraba Afful
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