Bring Back Our Money
Yesterday
Somewhere in Monrovia
Shining stars dropped off the skies
They wore a beaming smile
Brandishing their pockets and lifestyles
Somewhere in Monrovia
A container was sexually abused
Darkness crawled through her eyes
And her legs were thrown apart by
government officials
Bought duplexes with stolen funds
Drove the latest cars
Ate from best-known restaurants
Left the masses to struggle against crumbling walls
Somewhere in Monrovia
Yana boys and girls screamed
Crying, chanting and grieving
While they held pieces of our country's future
Modern and ancient thieves
Bootlickers and ill-fated beings
Mental retarded first-class animals
Embraced corruption as a way of life
Somewhere in Monrovia
We walked through the principal streets
Raised battle-cries and war songs
But they served us with torments and abject poverty
Bring back our money
Yet, with the high pitch of our voices
It seemed so low to their outer, middle
and inner ears
We now live with faded hopes and broken dreams
Copyright © Edwin Olu Bestman | Year Posted 2020
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