Comments about my Post About 'Deporting Liberians'

"Human beings are not like cattle that can be moved to a different gracing field when one field dries up. I am a Liberian poet who came here and was given that same status, but due to my level of education, I could afford to get all the members of my family removed from the temporary status, and because my husband and I could afford jobs that allowed us to. Others not so educated could not or were fooled by bad lawyers. I have a blog at poetryforpeace.wordpress.com where I also did a blog. I am campaigning to whoever will listen, but apparently, not many people care about the plight of thousands of struggling war victims."

A Poem by Patricia:

On the side walk, patches of people
linger late.

In the day, they are like rice grains
along the roadways,

and at night,
they wallpaper lame bodies
in the draft darkness
of the broken city.

Crowds of war returnees,
waiting for nothing,
day after day,

waiting for nothing
after refugee camp,
after their former cities
of refuge

spewed them out like dirt,
after wandering the globe.
After death’s passing,
they have returned

looking like returnees
from the dead.

The city is hot, burning like steel
with hunger.

The air used to belong to us here
one woman said,
there used to be a road
to take us back home.

Today, the road homeward is now lost
The road to Cape Palmas, filled
with dry bones.

But on the street,
a motorcade is coming.
Someone is living.
Someone is living on these bones.