"My Country" A Poem By Bob K Queminee

Early that morning, cold came splitting my lips like firewood, and I sat in the arms of my mother's comfort,

My Country gives a descriptive insight on the happenings in Liberia. The politic condition and the civil unrest in the African country.

The poem is a power pack. It narrates itself through the readers' minds.

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My Country

Early that morning, cold came splitting my lips like firewood, 

and I sat in the arms of my mother's comfort,  

feeling the warmth of her body as I got taste of her milky breasts, 

she then sang lullabies quieting me to take a rest under the hut. 

she tried calling my sister with a frozen voice to look after me, 

Gun sounds then became to ransack the land with bullets,   

my mother hurriedly took me in her hands, 

 tears rolled down her eyes when she saw that affectionate smiles at the corners of my cheeks. 

We ran for our lives and the land turned to a graveyard, 

while lives went beneath six feet without regrets, 

 monsters then broke the wall between the thighs of teens.   

and their voices got stained with pain, 

sons & daughters of this land buried their thoughts with greed, 

took guns and destroyed their futures for power, 

here is mama Liberia, fighting to put together those broken pieces, 

but our smiles are sleeping under the mask of Poverty. 

Sometimes my thought is broken, 

and I sit at times with a quarantine mind thinking, 

Hoping that one day we will be free from dipping water from our rusty zinc, 

and the hands that spilled blood will face justice.

POET'S BIO

Bob K Queminee is a student of the University of Liberia. He is an emerging poet that paints situation in his country with pen and paper.