Liberia

A poem depicting the movement of freed slaves to Liberia, and the subsequent poverty.

Dancing away
to the ancestors tomb,
we shut off the gates
so our flowers could bloom

but now our children
cry all night
and only a bulb
emits us light.

Our masters still live
the Atlantic away
and only now we envy
the brothers who stay

But Hark, O Brother,
a civil war,
the killing of friends,
disposal of law

and we have,
only one phrase to say
This is Liberia
We don't want to stay

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

well written poem with good rhyme and flow. enjoyable to read line by line

thanks for share

[HarleyQuinn Bruce]

Thank you very much!