every child smells like a graveyard/
bodies decorated with marks of pain/
their eyes painting scenes of dark memories
i bet that you take a minute to review a child’s body/
you’ll learn that their tongues are nailed inch by inch/
you’ll learn that being a liberian is synonymous to commiting suicide
there are many broken bodies/
like broken maps, they have lost their sense of direction/
it’s sad that these trees continue to bear unwanted fruits
life in liberia is like an untold story/
every child is surviving instead of living/
now, silence becomes a usual vocabulary for a disturbed vessel
many hearts are broken like the budget/
many armpits are deeply rooted in tears/
& many skins have tasted death twice a day
every child feels unsafe/
the news on grandfather’s tv reads: “every child should buy his/her own CCTV camera”/
this is the preparation of a child’s funeral
About The Author
Edwin Olu Bestman is a multi-award-winning Liberian poet, author, and civil engineer. He writes from his home in Monrovia. Some of his works have been published in The Rising Phoenix Review, Eboquills, Nantygreens, Literary Yard, Spillwords, etc…
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