Maritime.

Younger and younger,
They fall in line from influence,
Becoming something they will come to regret,
Come to hate,
Come to know,
Come to die.

Liberia Night.

Lengths of rivers unseen,
Dust sparkling in midnight silence,
Suns of hope about to rise,
The night clings to it's reign.

The hope is crushing for most,
Bad times to follow in wake,
Fighting once again,
They posses tired minds.