Amos Momo Ngumbu Jr

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That Night, Monrovia Bleed

the night when gunshots were shouted
in every corner;
a saddening night, where sorrows fell
on the roofs of every house in Monrovia
leaving some wounded,
while others were led in the cool hand of death.

dead bodies fell on the streets of Monrovia
like an everlasting morning dew
falling from the sky.
Monrovia was like a home of a cemetery,
where the dead were laid without being buried.

gunshots were shouted both left and right
without any regret.
man, women and children were making
their way to an unknown destination
without a second thought.

lives were taken for pleasure,
where looting served as the root to prosperities.
on a daily basis, mothers' cried on a lonely path
while walking their children for survival,
but the frustrating song of guns
couldn't lead them to peace.

minds were disrupted with memories,
the sound of the National Anthem
could not be heard anymore.
everyone was finding their way to a safe place,
but there was no peace of mind.

crown Hill and via town bridge
were like a home of depression;
justice could not speak anymore.
girl were socially abused where brothers and sisters had sexual intercourse under the influence of guns.

a lonely time in the lives of Monrovia,
schools were locked down,
like a movement of silence;
teachers and students could not assemble anymore.
people walked barefoot without any sound of fear,
their feet were like a machine pathing every bush.

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