Liberian Politicians

From the dust of the grain coast, they rise above the Ocean’s shore.

They are dressed in suits – like a groom going to meet his bride.

They sing sorrowful songs for stealing success, and bury their feelings in ashes.

Like a rolling thunder, their battle cries can take a child from its mother 

And can tell the waves of the ocean to shut up.

They take pleasure in ridding the poor woman of her jewels and send sores to her soul.

Her kids, they feed with mud and cover their faces with lust.

They are the ones who slap your face, because you didn’t say “yea” to their ways.

Their hearts are painted with red, but the white and blue are replaced with grudges.

They dress generation Z in the clothes of ‘Future Leaders,’

But teach them to be perpetual followers.

Their ways are one and second to none.

They make government job their norms 

And come crying when they can’t find some.

Their bodies are unrealized shame that weigh their wings and keep them in greed.

Their words are sweet savors sealed in dishonesty

Their guts expand like balloons that burst with failure.

They are Pharaohs in Moses’ clothing.

Now, these are retributions for trusting those hurtful heroes.

Authored by Prince U. D. Tardeh

Featured Picture by the Globe and Mail