We chose the attractive bottle
Because we perceived it to be the best
But they were poisioned inside
Now we die from the content
And from the guilt of bad choices made
Actually the unlabelled bottles had the best content
But they no longer stand on the self
Indeed not everything that gives a reflection is a mirror
We are not murderers
But innocent people who played at the wrong place
And had their hands stained with blood
The full story may be told
But a part of it always remains untold
The fear of being judged scares us
The thought of not being accepted dreads us
We are not liars
We have innocently become convicts
Because we craved acceptance
And sympathy so bad
We covered up in Fear
And now we stand accused
This is 
from #teamghana
