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Josephus Joel Yokee Jr Poem
I struggled holding onto my tears,
My feelings kept pushing my hands,
Towards the sheet of emotions,
My pen kept bleeding the deeds of Africa.
Now pending down the deeds of Sierra Leone,
In tears, I struggled with my pen,
Capturing the source of these emotions,
I wrote with my face standing against my feelings.
Somewhere in Africa,
The lands were sprayed with gun's fire.
Hopelessly, they ran in confusion.
Starvation greeted them without mercy.
Their blood the peace of the land,
Rolling like an ocean.
The land bursted in pains and sorrows,
Giving birth to child soldiers.
Dark and slippery was her path.
Fearfully sucking out lives,
For the endless love for diamonds.
Enslaving the future of the land.
Out of the lake of blood,
They gather diamonds.
Lives flew out bodies like birds from the trees.
Babies sucking lives than vampire.
Out of the heart of Sierra Leone,
Mounted blood and pressure.
Spraying the street from it head to toes.
The act of intelligence, was the only way out.
The whites shadowed their condition,
Partnering with their diamonds heart.
The issue of confict diamonds,
Grew taller than the tower of London.
Child soldiers painting the land,
With blood and tears.
Pulling down the love of Africa.
The moon and the sun became enemies.
Death grew fear like monsters,
Spreading it aroma to the innocent.
In the shadow of death,
They were lost.
How painful it is?
Flashing their own blood,
For the love of diamonds,
Losing your blood to death.
"Go tell my parents,
They will see me no more,
I'm gone"
Was their daily song.
Cow ate cow's ,
Involving all attractors.
The cloud is dark,
Tears pulling down like rain.
On to the breeze that carry news,
I concluded the source,
Of the pains and sorrows in conflict diamonds,
That death is equivalent to blood Diamond.
Copyright © Josephus Joel Yokee Jr | Year Posted 2021
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Josephus Joel Yokee Jr Poem
It was a time of great and exalting excitement,
Until the country was again up in arms and agitation.
The war was on,
Indeed tough and elusive,
Era has made it way;
The melody of birds singing in the trees,
Had been converted to the rhymes of guns and violence.
Faces begun wet,
Flooded with river of pains and sorrows,
Sleep departed the eyes.
The state of peace became an alien,
Hunger and thirst inherited the land of milk and honey.
Liberia had lost herself.
The early morning of December 24, 1989;
She felt the weight of the flight of foe,
The toy pistols popping,
The bunched firecrackers hissing and,
Sputtering her air, dislocating her peaceful citizens.
After many weeks of persecution and starvation,
Thousands of her citizens were found dead,
Thousands flee in to exile,
Thousands made rebels of which,
Hundreds were child soldiers.
Their ways were watered with tears.
The land was stained with the blood,
Of the wounded feet and dead body,
Of family and love ones.
Creeks and rivers were colored,
In the blood of the innocent,
And pregnant women.
On and on it continued;
Until a large group of citizens of growing eyes,
And bleeding heart,
Tired of tumor,
Gathered at the American Embassy,
Headed by great and devoted men women of God.
Together made request and supplications,
To God above.
Spoken and unspoken.
Together they said:
Oh! Lord our father, the protector of our land,
And flag.
We have witnessed our love ones lost lives,
Raped and fleet to exile.
Our hopes blasted, our lives blighted.
Help us survive,
Help our land find peace,
Let our blood not be waisted.
Let hunger and thirst disconnect us.
Pains and sorrows flooded with the remedy of peace,
For our sake, who adore thee O Lord,
Blast the hopes of our enemies,
Make heavy and slippery their steps,
Water their path with self tears.
Bless the arms of those fighting on our behalf,
Bless every foreign aid,
Long live mama Liberia.
We asked it,
In the spirit of love,
Of Him, who's the source of love.
So dearly we pray seeking your aid with humble and
Contrite hearts.
Together they said:
Amen!!!
Oh! Lord,
Our God, we thank you for mama Liberia.
Copyright © Josephus Joel Yokee Jr | Year Posted 2022
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Josephus Joel Yokee Jr Poem
I will never say goodbye,
Even though, this world is so bad.
I will never dispise your condition,
Not even in the next generation.
I can't have a mother other than you,
Even the Universe is represented by "U".
You're beautiful than a night star,
Up in the sky so far.
Under the pillow of my heart, I placed you,
My tears speak all of you.
The world care not, how we match,
Through anger to March.
My soul weeps so high,
With face lit up with tears to the sky.
I promised you my best wishes,
Not yet touch car winches.
I shall be a president,
Many my residents.
Buy you a luxurious car,
Taking you away far.
Mother, don't worry,
The world is in hurry.
Let's take only a ride,
God knows, we are not pride.
Copyright © Josephus Joel Yokee Jr | Year Posted 2022
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Josephus Joel Yokee Jr Poem
I will never say goodbye,
Even though, this world is so bad.
I will never dispise your condition,
Not even in the next generation.
I can't have a mother other than you,
Even the Universe is represented by "U".
You're beautiful than a night star,
Up in the sky so far.
Under the pillow of my heart, I placed you,
My tears speak all of you.
The world care not, how we match,
Through anger to March.
My soul weeps so high,
With face lit up with tears to the sky.
I promised you my best wishes,
Not yet touch car winches.
I shall be a president,
Many my residents.
Buy you a luxurious car,
Taking you away far.
Mother, don't worry,
The world is in hurry.
Let's take only a ride,
God knows, we are not pride.
Copyright © Josephus Joel Yokee Jr | Year Posted 2022
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