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Mar 2020
I'm bitter
I'm grieving
I'm broken
I'm lost

Something isn't right
Some people aren't happy

There's a problem
There's a mistake

No one is watching
No one seem to be caring

I see broken hope in broken bodies
I see jealousy reaping out the beauty of friendship
I see anger ruling the mind of great leaders
I see the flesh overthrown the spirit because of selfish power

The land is mourning
The cry for justice is yelling from the ground
Sweet land of liberty is now sweet land of hardship
Lazy men don't work much but eats plenty

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
They stay in mansions and estates
Their child/children tour the street with madness

Mother earth wept
For evil and malice have won the hearts of her children
She bleeds with fear
Knowing the land is wearing in the grave

Fathers against their boys
Mothers used their girls for wealth
Boys fright with their fathers in words
Girls lost respect for their mothers cause they are the breadwinner

Life is uncertain
Imagine beggars earning thousand dollars
Then those who sweat in the sun all day
And later earned a dollar

Some women are evil
They used their bodies as an attraction
**** the wealth of men
And dumped them in agony

Some men are threat to women
They played a game take their proud
And leave them in a chain of promises

What is happening? 😞
George Marshall Richards Jr
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George Marshall Richards Jr  Liberia
(Liberia)   
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