A Poem By Socrates Smythe Saywon
In Liberia’s land, so rich and grand,
Corruption’s shadow taints the sand.
Its grip tightens, a silent hand,
Suffocating dreams across the land.
From Monrovia’s streets to distant shores,
Corruption’s stain silently roars.
It takes from the needy, leaves them sore,
While the greedy hoard, wanting more and more.
Hopes are dashed, trust eroded,
Promises broken, paths corroded.
Justice blinded, voices muted,
In the face of power, truth refuted.
But we stand tall, we raise our voice,
Against corruption, we make our choice.
For a Liberia free from this vice,
Where justice reigns, and dreams take flight.
Let’s join hands, let’s stand as one,
To cleanse our land, until it’s done.
For a future bright, for our nation’s pride,
Let’s denounce corruption, side by side.
