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

Short Story

Cat and Dog were best of friends until one day when they soon fell apart and have ever remained bitter enemies since. They were so friendly until they did almost everything in common!

Ever since she had come home from the market and sat cooking, the children had watched her so eagerly it seemed as if they would eat her. Just as she finished and set the pots down from the fire, they came crowding around her, pushing and hollering.

One Friday afternoon, Mr. Dunbar Harris visited Mr. Gibson Collins to discuss his displeasure about teenage pregnancy.