Cry For Justice Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Liberia has been a plush green field
On which docile politicians feed themselves
Murderous hordes proudly grazes or shores
Cocooned in a clique made of political wolves
Before '' they say '' became a news source
Way before the infamous April fourteenth riot
Sheep of injustice and corruption came and grazed
Human rights and lives got trampled upon
No justice, all reminiscent of the dark days
For not to too long ago, division and tribalism
And classism fueled the emergence of war
The aftermath of that conflict is today eminent.
Look at power and human rights being abused
Look at the poor, forgotten and marginalized,
All victims, yet our leaders calls us noisy majority
Mother of justice, Liberia needs you right now
Stretch forth thine hand of justice for our people
The ghosts of two hundred and fifty thousand
Demands justice so this nation can finally close
These unjust wounds of gross human rights abuse
Carried on yesterday by elements in power today.

Liberia is a plush green field
Fertilized by deep hate and moral divides
Watered by tears of the oppressed masses
As the loots gets harvested by few people.
Reminiscent of the dark days of yesteryears
When corruption was echoed by the progressives
Before '' they say '' became an underground news
Way before the infamous April twelfth coup
That birthed the beginning of the end of yesterday
Take a look at my people, do you see the warrior marks?
Resilient, strong yet their troubled souls have seen a lot
Look at the children, all victims of the ills of yesterday
Something very bad happened a long time ago, look around..
Do you hear the voices of the victims crying for justice?
Pleas measured in decibels from silent cries at night
Lady Liberty, did you only come for the rich and privileged?
The ghost of two hundred and fifty thousand lost souls
Demands Justice so the socioeconomic divides can heal
If justice will ever be done, now is the right time to act!