Liberia Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Poor Liberia
Something was bestowed on me,
By the Admiral himself,
Right on the war front,
Amid cries from the casualties…

The Ceremony was euphoric,
On a shallow freshly dug graves,
A rare respect for the fallen…
A Diamond star medal-

Poor Liberia
I missed Mama so much,
(I think I was a kid!)
Yet I had powers, a warrant officer;
To try and execute on behalf of Liberia

The Insignia, from the lapels,
Dangled on my neck,
Even on hospital bed,
During my amputation…!