Poem entitled: "FEAR IN MY CERTAIN, LIBERIA"
Written By: A.M Ngumbu, Jr.
"Fear In My Certain, Liberia.
Long long ago,
During days of our decedents,
Fear had been defined,
As a natural, powerful,
Primitive human emotion.
But nowadays, my certain,
Has mistakenly taken love, for fear.
A fear of education,
A love of prostitution.
She's been abused,
By the evil deeds, of her children.
Fear to speak out the truth,
A love to take away a life,
In the name of riches.
She's in the light of love,
Fighting to touch,
The darkness of fear.
Oh Liberia!
You have brought us this far,
With conditional love.
Should you be considered,
The oldest African republic,
When you merit fear, over love?
My greatest desire,
That hope that has overcome,
Fear in my certain will.
Help vanquish it,
Around the world.
I love my country,
Fear my government.
A fear of development,
Love of corruption.
Where tireless striving,
Stretch its arm toward perfection.
Where the clear stream,
Reason has not lost,
Its way into the dreary desert,
Sand of dead habit.
There he is one of Liberia's President
Who is a man of change
His subjects along brought change because of him
A change to mold minds and develop
A country that was from a fresh war
He came from a common man and woman
He is so popular that all wish to be
But yet his grace came with pride
His head bow down to all
And with love all obey
He brought free education and many to Liberia
Ruled now for years in peace and proud
President George Manneh Weah is a man
Beloved by many nations around
May his remembrance live with us forever!
Liberians hear my cry
We are black yet dresses like whites
We mock God by not been satisfy
With what we are been given
Liberians hear my cry
We cry for justice from the whites
We accuse them everyday of racism
Yet we torture them
Liberians hear my cry
Whites come to our land to free us from sufferings
But we are number one
On the racism list
Liberians hear my cry
We are christian nation
We all are equal in God's eyes
O!Liberians hear my cry; a proud liberian.
Colin is a crusader, a knight, a soldier, a champion, a liberator too.
His face is handsome, but well hidden, as are his eyes of lightest blue.
His own mother fears this veiled monster when he enters forest glen.
He looks fierce and angry; who can guess what manner is his whim?
It is a dark and devilish night, and wild dervishes can be felt about.
One scared little eight-year-old spies the knight and gives a tiny shout.
His mother shushes him, for soldiers are feared not admired in these days.
Too many horrible battle stories have come which negate the old praise.
Most of the men folk have been killed, which is why women are here.
Crouching behind oak trees, hugging their babies, living in mortal fear.
The champions have taken more than their share of a toll on their town.
They are afraid of this knight, holding their breath, keeping eyes down.
Where is Liberia Hunnicutt? He demands in a fierce, killing way.
No one speaks, for Liberia is their friend, each and every sweet day.
If something happens to her, they may starve, come totally undone.
So no one speaks, not knowing that this is Colin, her eldest fine son.
I am Liberia!
Though scared by scourges of allien spades,
My resilience bears the fountain of heaven's grace,
Piercing the pangs of all my shades!
My independence, I breathed into Africa's lungs,
Clothed her with my stripes, the red, white and blue;
And gave her a star when she knew not one!
My waters rhythm waves of freedom,
Hailing treasured mountains and supreme chiefdoms.
Divine gemstones overflow the scopes of my coast,
Their sparkles define the image of my undeniable beauty!
My children are the ordained species of apex predators!
Their lineages are woven with blackness,
The tattooed birthmark of optimism—
Unbleached to proclaim the glorified identity of their motherland!
With arms of liberty I do solemnly pledge
The allegiance of a century filled heritage!
I today connect a living channel to the realm of your soul,
Bidding you welcome,
Welcome to Rediscover Mama Liberia!
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Where did the Lone Star go ?
Was she served as a meal on the tables of corruption or buried alive by her assassins
In the pits of devastation ?
Where did the Lone Star go ?
Did she run from our politicians who pay musicians to make known their plights, their new tacticians or Was she used as government officials’s salaries till all that was left of her was a broken administration?
Where did the Lone Star go?
Was she left untidy like a broken kitchen sink till her shiny nature got lost to rust or was she killed in the fourteen years civil unrest which led to our state of dilapidation ?
Show me
Where did the Lone Star go?
Did she follow Susannah Lewis to the grave for fear of being tortured by her own daughters or she was tired of being the first sign of Africa’s freedom when her state was a sure sign of contradiction?
Where did the Lone Star go ?
Was she buried in the cash box of our rulers or lost in the money containers of our nation which led to her hospitalization ?
Oh ! How I wish to know
Where did the Lone Star go
so I would bring her back home
Announcing a new dawn for her, a restoration
Land of the Free
Oh! Thou sweet land of the free, ????
You paved the way so others could find their ways
Where men of letter fought for a better day,
And find solutions without delay.
Oh! The first daughter of Africa ????
Your children lied in a chronic state,
as certain 'negatives' have long assumed the
roles of 'positives' in their internal system,
And the govern has become ungovernable.
Oh! Belove mama Liberia ????
Your children are ruled by People who only let their bias egos and emotion speak for them.
People who cannot address their fellow people without reading it from the papers!
Every word they say is what their hearts never possessed nor desire.
Oh! The first star of the white man's grave????
Agony has become the crying concern of your children,
Crying for liberation in the hands of the oppressor
Their cruel wicked hands have turned our situation into a desperate one
Oh! Mama, you children can't bear it any longer????
They are now surviving instead of living,
Should they die hoping for better days,
Or keep surviving the horrible ways,
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
HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE MIRRORS THE FACE OF GOD.
HIS SMILE BRIGHTENS THE WORLD AROUND HIM.
BEING OF OPEN HEART AND MIND,
HE CAME THROUGH THE SUFFERING AND TURMOIL.
ALMOST BEATEN TO DEATH,
HE ENDURED THE PAIN AND TORTURE FROM ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.
STILL, HIS SPIRIT AND ENDURANCE OF LIFE,
LED HIM AWAY FROM HIS HOME COUNTRY.
HIS PURITY OF HEART LED HIM TO THE UNITED STATES,
IN SEARCH OF A NEW LIFE.
NEVER VOID OF MISTAKES,
BUT PURE IN HIS TRANSPOSING OF LOVE TO OTHER HUMAN BEINGS,
IT'S ALWAYS AWE-INSPIRING!
WITH NO WALLS AROUND HIM,
ELECTRIC ENERGY ALWAYS SURROUNDS HIM.
THE GODS ARE JEALOUS,
NOTING HOW BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING,
THE CREATION OF THIS HUMAN BEING REMAINS.
HE EMBODIES THE GREATNESS OF ALL HUMAN BEINGS.
WE ALL HAVE THIS GREATNESS INSIDE OF US.
LET'S REMEMBER LOVE,
IS THE ONLY ENERGY WE CARRY THROUGH THIS LIFE AND BEYOND.
HIS ENERGY IS SURROUNDED WITH LOVE AND
IT IS ALWAYS AMAZING TO BEHOLD!
HIS NAME IS JONATHAN FROM LIBERIA.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
JANUARY 2016
Australian by paper
Liberian by blood
Liberia is my motherland
Liberia in my round hips
that they criticis of not being
worthy of "beauty".
Liberia in my big lips
that will forever speak the truth .
Liberia in my ways
Liberia is my ways
They will tell you my country is
bad, it's dangerous, they even
make the mistake of saying
"Africa" is a poor and disgusting
country, forgetting to know its a
damn continent with beautiful
and extraordinary countries.
You can't fool me with your
"white ways", I'm a native
daughter of the most beautiful
land, I value my culture, it runs
through my vines...
lah a there oo
by: Mafata Dunbar
This is the Liberia I wanted:
I no longer hide to voice my opinions, because I’m a journalist
I no longer seek refuge at the American embassy, because I’m a
human right activist
I no longer live in panic or fear, because I’m a civilian
Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted.
This is the Liberia I wanted:
Rising from her chaos into a chariot
Bringing her children out from battle into Bethel
Dwelling together through reconciliation and not through retribution
Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted.
This is the Liberia I wanted:
Mighty! Her fame
Glorious! Her name
Sober! Her people
Yes! This is the Liberia I wanted
If there is a child in Kolahun, Lofa County who can’t read- that matters to me.
If there is a senior citizen somewhere who can’t get a pension after many years of dedicated service- that makes my life poorer.
If a decent brother is accused of rape and is being rounded up without a benefit of an Attorney or due process- that threatens my civil liberty.
If a native Liberian is down sided for an elite- that overshadows my equal right clause in the constitution.
If a high school graduate cannot be honor with a job, but the only option left is to hawk on the streets to earn a hard living- I wonder what society is being created for the young generation.