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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
Copyright ©
Edwin Olu Bestman
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