Long Liberia Poems

What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence...

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Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the honey of fortune 
makerere, think tank of africa 
i dance...

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it’s wonderful,
amazing the world dwellers are
civilized they’re as well as I’m really!

with them-

my language is English
I’m civilized!
my language is Arabic, Mandarin, French, Bengali etc
I’m civilized!
I’m fully literate on grammar
I’m civilized!
I’m highest educated on economics, politics,...

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Sulamani P. Dukuly: 
I wake up every morning seeing things going wrong
I want to speak but I am voiceless
I always wish to help and put Mama Liberia first but yet am still voiceless
I lived in...

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It starts with a little 6 year old girl named "Jellee" (pronounced "jelly")
from Liberia, Africa (on the western coast) -
and ends when she is about 18 and having changed her name to Veronica.

I personally interviewed...

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Listen 

We cry out for peace, equal rights, and justice.

In hopes that the leaders we chose will choose to choose us as we have chosen them.
That the ones we trust will trust that we trusted...

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I rather watch a kestrel to see
Her swoop and swirl
The skies invisible maze
To feed the inhabitants of her nest
Her milk of gratitude

Morning begins with a bright darkness
And the beckoning beaks for food
There is a wind...

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You know u got it hard
when ur a single bachelor heart broken with a bachelors
tell your mother in the eye you're considering moving faster, selling weed and coke its a disaster.
This happens in Astoria as...

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It was a time of great and exalting excitement,
Until the country was again up in arms and agitation.
The war was on,
Indeed tough and elusive,
Era has made it way;
The melody of birds singing in the trees,

Had...

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On quiet days in mid autumn 
When sun and clouds play ‘peek-a-boo’ 
Somber thoughts linger in crisp air
Of some other time and place where 
Harmattan winds in December create 
A hazy fog of dust and...

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(for: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing...

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(For: those who fell on the hills of Liberia)

I hear a song from my hills
I hear it sound from afar;
And towards my homestead
Near those aging banks of the Niger
I feel the disturbing songs
Of drummers announcing...

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When I look at the Nile or Niger
My heart overflows with joy for such a wonder 
As currents daringly flow on each iconic river 
Every fountain has wealth embedded in its waters
Each mountain, sealed by...

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I am the son of the sun. 

Bored in the inner space,where mere mortals don't exist;
And poetry is what I am fed with.
The sparkling light of the sun is beneath my skin;
And those who write...

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Ebola

August in twenty fourteen
A sign of death upon the screen
West Africa - Liberia, 
Sierra Leone - now Nigeria

A swathe of death - a swift nasty one
Sweeps through these lands killing one by one
Who knows where...

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for so long,
this country sold its birth rights to the things that lived in the past 

history says - Liberia offered us bullets in 1989
& came back in 2022 to steal the glory off our...

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Captured by the beauty of Lillian
I think of her on the coast of Durban.
With her is where I want to be.
So beautiful she could be a Wodaabe.
There's no way I could assign a worth,
Indeed the...

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Liberia bleed in tears 
She bleeds at the ascension of evil sons of the soil to higher offices,
In the name of development
squandering and laundering her wealth 
are but a few causes of her unending hemorrhage...

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When freedom raise in her glorious form 
Mama Liberia,I saw U glow and bloom,not knowing U were dome, 
You were known for freedom songs,now you sit in the dark 
wondering what went wrong, 
With the...

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We are pelted daily on television by some brassy tout,
Hawking useless stuff we're told we can't survive without!
"Not available at your local store - the price cannot be outdone;
Order now and I'll send you two...

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She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen...

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By Elton Camp

Katsu barely made it through the door
Where he collapsed onto the floor

The receptionist didn’t leave any doubt
“For help, these paper first fill out!”

“So, up from there and get going.
How you’ll pay, we must...

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Droplets speechlessly rolling off my cheek whenever I capture memories.
In a skyclad attire,
You embraced scorching from your children.
From relaxing pillow to many painful edges
Falls upon many, fights dispatched your beauty.
Brothers and sisters knocked down flying...

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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...

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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...

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