Saturday March 13, 2010
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Poetry

Fate Is Just
Dedicated to all the 'faithful departed'

By Edward N. Boakai

O, how I oft' wonder,
At how fate decides;
It doesn't discriminate,
It treats all just the same!
Fate, O, fate!
You take away at will,
Our dear ones and kin alike;
How mighty and just you're.
I respect you for what you're;
Yes, you stand for justice and fair play;
You treat all just the same,
Be he poor or rich!
Fate is just and fair,
But ruthless all the same;
A fearless 'emissary' indeed,
That stands for what is destined!
Fate decides your tomorrow,
And knows what your future will be;
For it crafts your destiny,
And designs it of its own fashion!

Sodehjamouhn
A Song Dedicated to the Memory
of Mrs. Agnes Nebo-VonBalmes
By Togba-Nah Tipoteh

Everybody
Come see the Tomb
Everybody
Come see the Tomb
See how Jesus Christ died
For our sake
Everybody
Come see the Tomb
Look into the Tomb
You will find no one there
Jesus Christ has risen
He has gone to Heaven
That is why there in no one
In the Tomb

Jailer
By Matenneh-Rose L. Dunbar
The maximum chains gallery they are locked
In the circle of men and women of the crimes
Sleeping and waking to the same sounds daily
All the people say they did what happened there
Most of all the people are terrible uninformed
Common reasoning is not a part of most smart
The best of them qualify for the worst offenders

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Liberians woke up on July 26, 2003 with heavy mortar guns
Killing left and right all over the city.
What a celebration!
Mothers running out naked leaving children
Children leaving old parents behind.
What a celebration!
Rockets falling all over the place
Houses caving in on the people
People are running here and there like mad people.

(A Monologue by Komassa Ballah, daughter of Peter Ballah, delivered at cultural festivities marking the unveiling of the New Bai T. Moore Tomb in Dimeh, Sunday, February 14, 2010)

Love!
You who have been a guide
To many broken hearts
And also to many young hearts
Has gone beyond in realm
Leaving us just like this;
The increasing number of them
In your lovely family
Remains a mere figure
Only to be counted by itself
But not by your countless presence
Which we colored with such flowers
From generations;

Ginger and obstinate the dawn cipher the day
Much green foliage all turned wine in the heat
Roses their thin slant stem dries to be mummies
Yearn upward for that warm touch of the heart
Cascading unto sunset a breeze seizes her delight
Green with dews of the morning on February Rose
Finger the rough earth gets a touch to new ray
Loose brown sand to brew fresh flavor a defeat
Roses on thorn shoulders snort on top of dummies
Yielding not into temptation the ear run the heart
Comforting burnout rubs splotch soot pro light
Gleam wishes of pillows gather firm February Rose
Linger ruse the mundane for much is his vain relay
Jacobs ladder up down the trench of enemies peat
A red rose moans deep too thorny for the rubies
Reserve the season just to settle the jump jack art
Splendid one O beauty of earth shatter use a right
Oft flamingo freely fling deadbeats February Rose

Red pink roses wait in aircraft world over
Watches new glitter in prized boxes in malls
Gold rings dazzle in colors cut and stones
Women watch a dream of their evening out
Men lost in the whirl becomes the bad guy
Send her flowers of love this Valentine

The so easy flight of stairs had no more deal for us to jump on
What was so laughable is now a bitter pill in our sweet mouths
Then just the sound of the Japanese engine made my heart heal
In the thick of a second pair of eyes much comfort flowed to me
In the heart they say is the key of the eyes and it opens the doors
Warmth clouded all the faults and incomplete answers that hung
Just who asked the weighty quest of …why I had to leave

Africa must be free
From the crippling disease of ignorance
That has kept us down for so long.
Africa must be free
From the tyrants and tyrannical leadership
That is sentencing us
To the inescapable dungeon of poverty.

February a heart song made of tiny tiny crimson red dots
Packed neatly near one another in a heart shaped lollipop
Flavored rich with the smell of cherries and ripe apples
Blossomed in full glare the luscious brightness of a baby
Puffs of sweetness and sparks of red fill the equal curves
Singing its heart out in the adore of a mere mortal

Do you go to bed
And wake up every day
Thinking that you are the star above others
And their thoughts and feelings don’t merit your attention?
If so, you have a problem
And you need help.