Bigfoot's clawprints
The earth tastes suicidal,
we are living in fairy tales,
the mind has manufactured
garments from the air;
and created an eminent
spear fortress with the clouds
We have a spine helmet
on our heads,
and visions turn grim
with logty beliefs
of unexpected horror
Ignorance is the scaremonger,
telling the tales
that make reality rot
in cadavery
and a malodoury mentality
Things unseen,
mirages which have
bribed their way
into existence
by the felony of the eyes
Visions commit crime,
as they solicit
our thinking with lies
and fate stamps
an embargo
on open-mindedness.
By Kakraba Afful
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