Poetry February 19, 2015

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Efficacy for Justice

A Poem in Tribute to Former Chief Justice Johnnie Naustedlau Lewis

By Togba-Nah Tipoteh, PhD

With a name like Naustedlau

No wonder he embraced the Rule of Law

For as Chief of Justice 

Struggling to remove Injustice

He looked and stood tall

With no slip and fall

Looking straight as an arrow

Seizing Due Process to follow

He was one person to know 

Being a Strong Brain from Sinoe

Bringing wisdom from the East

To render spineless the corrupt beast

That thrives on injustice

While the people thirst for justice

This then is the legacy

Of the Man Johnnie Naustedlau Lewis

Out of the Heritage of Susana Lewis

Bearing Liberia's Flag of Justice 

As Liberia's Chief of Justice

My Body is Gold

{Poem to end violence against women}

By: Lekpele Nyamalon

Ever tried to break gold?

With your own bare hand?

Did you feel the stiff?

Would you trade gold for brass?

Or try to sweep it like some grass?

Gold is a precious shiny stone-not a straw

My body –this body you see, is gold

I may be short, small or huge

With my lappa stained with red palm oil

Swamped by crying babies in the kitchen

Or, I may be carrying my bucket,

Filled with pepper, okra, and corn

But with these, I put food on that table

Can’t you see my courage shines like lightening?

I may be walking in mud down waterside

But I smile like the bright morning sun

Does that make me a cow that you beat to move?

Why do you knock me down and gang rape me like hungry thirsty leopards?

Am I sweeter than honey?

And you laugh like its funny?

You are a coward, cruel and shameless

Why do you keep me dirty, barefooted and broken?

Are you afraid of the radiance in my eyes?

Do you fear the glamour of my beauty?

Are you struck by the size of  my hips?

Are you intimidated by the glow of my breasts?

Now, hear me young man

This body you beat is gold

Are you a beast, built to beat a woman?

If you’re Hercules, why not jump on a lion in his den?

Is your prowess fixed for women?

But, you don’t know gold

Someday, you’ll see a real man

A man with arms thicker than yours

And chest wide for my body

With voice that vibrates like thunder

And hands stronger than oxen

But, he, like a knight, guards me like a queen

And guess what?

This man, my man, is a real man

Like a miner, he knows gold, even in dirt

And he cleans it up and sets it in a jar

And marvels at the splendor-enjoying his treasure

But, you poor man

You were blinded by a ghost

Never knew the gold you had

And boy, oh boy, when you know this

I’ll flee like a bird and be gone

When it hits your door, you’d be done

Left with your over grown ego

Chained in a cage

Stuck with your rage

Did you think you could dim my bulb?

And blow my lamb

I’ll still be on fire

When we pass you by

Rolling your wheelbarrow on the outskirts of duala

You’ll hide your face behind the mountain’s back

With your torn-out trouseurs, asking in your coloqua-da my woman there?

This face you bruise is gold

This nose you punch is gold

This arm you twist is gold

This leg you sweep is gold

This body, my body is gold.

Salute to the Armed Forces of Liberia

VARNEY L. S. GEAN

Such was that moment they were so despised

Such was the time they had no familiar friend

So dire it was many wished that they vanished

But in time they will unearth their truth bearings

In time they will mount from that era of triviality

Salute to our National Army

Such was the instance many would laugh at them

Such was that time death was greeted with smirks

Awful it was many wished they never ascend again

But in time all that will change for the greater good

In time they will once again be our nation’s pride

Salute to our National Army

 The Lieutenants the Generals the Corporals

The Majors the Colonels the Sergeants the Privates

Five stars three stars and all those honors bestowed

Vibrant men and women of our dear motherland

 In time we will sing sonnets about their greatness

Salute to the Armed Forces of Liberia

SHACKLED

VARNEY L. S. GEAN

I feel so bordered by revulsion

I feel so bounded by indifference

I feel so enclosed by blasphemies

I feel so imprisoned by humiliation

I feel the aloof eyes staring deeply

Pungent breathes against my cheeks

Infinite hands fervently waiting

To inflict the worst grief I can abide

Few are thus far but it seems so nearer

Some nearness strike the instant fear

Bounded I am will sure suffocate sooner

This draws closer a time I can’t escape

In such moment I ponder for the longest

Questions asked but retorts I bare not

Nevertheless the truth I boldly defend

For being the virtuous persona I truly am

I Saw Liberia Rise

By Lekpele M. Nyamalon

I sat on the top of a tree

And saw the sky blazing with scrapers

Hooping for the skies

I saw lights beaming from the slums of west point

And the corners of rock spring valley to the ghettoes of capitol by pass

I heard the grounds vibrating, making way for the bulldozers

To rebuild our city

I closed my eyes and found a town deep in the belly of the southeast

And found pipes buried under the dirt

Pumping clean water to the shores

I sat from afar and saw kids going to school

Walking in disbelief at the glamour of their city

I sat near a palm tree and looked through my binoculars

And saw roads paved from redlight to Loguatuo

From Buchanan to Greenville

Stretching from Harper to Barclayville

I saw Marshall springing with buildings and birth given to a city

I saw leaders leading with honesty and parents guiding their children

I saw a nation booming with hope

That was my Country, the land of the free

Smiling with passion of a birth renewed

I was there, I saw the light

I saw Liberia rise!

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