Murderers Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

Pow! pow! ! bellowed the gun
It echoes sending shiver upon the phlegm
And heroism finding shelter after moments,
The scene floods with women;
Men with bravery shrouded with fear
There on the patio lies the breathless being
With killers unknown,
And life hovers round naked body;
An irreversible mess

In pity
One invokes the spirit for vindication
While another says he shall not murder
But we are all guilty;
The murderers are not only those who pull the trigger;
The murderers are they that finance their operation
The murderers are not only those who hold the dagger;
The murderers are they that provoke others to anger
The murderers are not only those who hate their brothers;
The murderer is you who withholds help from the needy

Alas, we are all guilty;
The murderers are not only those who plan evil;
The murderers are they that say, 'You fool',
For with words we kill the spirit
And this, is our daily bread.