Today we celebrate peace
Remembering how it was won
The many hearts that grieve
For freedom is all we want
Salute the national flag Liberians
Sing aloud the Lonestar forever
Sing aloud the national anthem
We are the custodians of Liberia's heritage
Ours is the home of kindness
The land where ships anchor with our forefathers
Once torn apart by ignorance and a tomfoolery war
With hope we strive to rebuild it together
Surviving unrelenting strife
Rainfall of misery on our lives
Alas, ignorance too come with a price
It surmounted patriotism and morality
170 with a little to show
Only our indelible past chanted by the waves of the Pacific
Pausing our heartbeat for the innocents we lost
A sad day when anarchism won for sure
All hail Liberia hail
This glorious land of liberty
Together we sing with plangency
Regardless the impediment we'll prevail
A belligerently positive anarchism,
a lack of plan,
embracing a peaceful mannerism,
learning to stand:
in place.
Rest forever…
…in the light of space.
Moses to the river of thoughts rushing.
No Karma dealing,
only a Buddha’s “nothing”
stops the wheel from believing
in my endless suffering.
Stands on the land of heterodox
Who's the mightiest God of all?
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
Those who exclaimed about the God who never fall
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Who's the mightiest God of all?
Seekers, believers, heathens and philosophers with their point of view
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
Inversely proportional to what they always do
Compiling the ideas piece by piece
Who are we without all these idealism?
All still seeks for the truth and uphold one they call peace
At the end world leads to anarchism
They failed to adhere what they create
Who are we without all these idealism?
The idea of God and religion become skeptical trait
They failed to adhere what they create
Stands on the land of heterodox
People live and die on their equivocation thoughts
*This poem inspired by the contest that held by Richard Lamoureux, which I failed to join, but somehow I come up with this idea. Thank you for the inspiration :D.
The equinox is days away,
the only day that's equal,
both night and day-
get a say.
It's social anarchism-
on a universal scale.
perpetuated by a mysterious veil,
that society ignores completely.
- I found it comical when I thought about how the universe has two days dedicated to
appeasing both day and night and equalizing the seasons, when most humans can't stop
squabbling over money for an hour.
Here's praying for humanity's equinox....whenever that may happen or if...
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