The deadman hollowed
His silent surrender
Scavengers took his clothes
Ripping him of the night
A war veteran
A man of the people
The shots of war
His nightmare
Under the tree
His wounded soul laid
His surrender
We heard
His blood on a rotten ground
Life in an open mortuary
His funeral no one witnessed
The battle front
He lost his soul
Carrying his diminished self
A *** ray of war
The battle of Liberia
The death of many
A hopeless surrender
Gateway to the grave
The funeral of many
At last peace came
Piles of graveyards
Silence of souls
The ploughing of sadness
At Liberia I lost my soul
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
The deadman hollowed
His silent surrender
Scavengers took his clothes
Ripping him of the night
A war veteran
A man of the people
The shots of war
His nightmare
Under the tree
His wounded soul laid
His surrender
We heard
His blood on a rotten ground
Life in an open mortuary
His funeral no one witnessed
The battle front
He lost his soul
Carrying his diminished self
A *** ray of war
The battle of Liberia
The death of many
A hopeless surrender
Gateway to the grave
The funeral of many
At last peace came
Piles of graveyards
Silence of souls
The ploughing of sadness
At Liberia I lost my soul
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poetry depicts what happened during the times of the war torn nation Liberia.
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