My Country - For Liberia

for so long, this country sold its birth rights to the things that lived in the past history says - Liberia offered us bullets in 1989 & came back in 2022 to steal the glory off our skins history is right - how can a boy like me still pretend to be alive when there are grieves growing into bombs in my mother's home for boys and girls wanting to refresh their bodies in this country - breathing alone cannot make you to survive the tortures they tell our people to go back to the soil to sow their seeds yet, in the middle of the night/ they come as weeds to destroy our destinies everyone knows education is important but how important is education in this country? when men and women of high esteem hide in pretense & obtain degrees from bogus universities this country of ours is a prostitute a ing prostitute - taking many unwanted es to dream lands faraway i promise to never be gentle in this poem for this country is nothing less than an irony we have pleaded with them to show us how to fish for ourselves but our people who sit in high offices fishing at the expense of high illiteracy how about boys who are sodomized & girls whose features are playgrounds for rapists? this country of ours is a troubled bridge causing multiple damages to passengers who lay low in taxis and buses and sometimes when i do survive i go into my room and write my feelings into poems to remember my story