Poetry November 20, 2014

first_imgGermaway Jabaru GermawayTribute to The Late Dr. Jabaru CarlonBy Togba-Nah TipotehGermaway Jabaru germawayKamba eh ku ma feh wayAs you make your transition into gloryWe are in the position to pass on your storyA story of a Liberian so patrioticBuilding a society so democraticWith heart and handMaking no demandYou serve the people through your intellectSeeking the people’s interest to protectPromoting the people’s governanceStruggling to end elitist deterrenceWith people’s governance in the hall of primacyAnd elitist deterrence in the dull of historyYou march on in historic transitionYou march on in democratic positionSo, march on to victory JabaruSo, march on into history JabaruGermaway Jabaru germawayKamba eh ku ma feh wayA Tree That Refuses to Bear FruitsBy Eric G. GbanlonCell #: 0886220513A tree that refuses to bear fruit,Stands in a place of needWith nutrients passing through the tips of its roots,It is pregnant, but does not deliver a seed.A tree that refuses to bear fruits,Produces fine flowers on which no bird sat to feed.It dresses like a general, wearing combat and boots,But in times of war, finds pleasure witnessing its men die on the field.The tree that refuses to bear fruits,Is the tree that no farmer would need.Like a tree that refuses to bear fruits,Is a leader that possesses the spirit of greed.When Ebola leavesBy Lekpele NyamalonI can feel the dayFar within my soulWhen we can shake hands againAnd embrace without fearWhen boys and girls can walk to schoolAnd play like birds soaring on skiesI can see the smiles roaring on the faces of teachersTo hug their students and make them learnI can smell the palm butter and smoked fishPouring from the cookshops and restaurantsHappy that the war is overI can hear the horns of the pen pen boysScreaming like bats on top of the worldI can feel the breadth of the preacher manThanking God that his prayers are answeredI can see the sun smiling at usGreeting with hope from aboveWhen Eebola leavesWe would all be merryBut keep those little buckets manning the doorsLike a baby left by EbolaShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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