Germaway Jabaru Germaway
Tribute to The Late Dr. Jabaru Carlon
By Togba-Nah Tipoteh
Germaway Jabaru germaway
Kamba eh ku ma feh way
As you make your transition into glory
We are in the position to pass on your story
A story of a Liberian so patriotic
Building a society so democratic
With heart and hand
Making no demand
You serve the people through your intellect
Seeking the people's interest to protect
Promoting the people's governance
Struggling to end elitist deterrence
With people's governance in the hall of primacy
And elitist deterrence in the dull of history
You march on in historic transition
You march on in democratic position
So, march on to victory Jabaru
So, march on into history Jabaru
Germaway Jabaru germaway
Kamba eh ku ma feh way
A Tree That Refuses to Bear Fruits
By Eric G. Gbanlon
Cell #: 0886220513
A tree that refuses to bear fruit,
Stands in a place of need
With nutrients passing through the tips of its roots,
It is pregnant, but does not deliver a seed.
A tree that refuses to bear fruits,
Produces fine flowers on which no bird sat to feed.
It dresses like a general, wearing combat and boots,
But in times of war, finds pleasure witnessing its men die on the field.
The tree that refuses to bear fruits,
Is the tree that no farmer would need.
Like a tree that refuses to bear fruits,
Is a leader that possesses the spirit of greed.
When Ebola leaves
By Lekpele Nyamalon
I can feel the day
Far within my soul
When we can shake hands again
And embrace without fear
When boys and girls can walk to school
And play like birds soaring on skies
I can see the smiles roaring on the faces of teachers
To hug their students and make them learn
I can smell the palm butter and smoked fish
Pouring from the cookshops and restaurants
Happy that the war is over
I can hear the horns of the pen pen boys
Screaming like bats on top of the world
I can feel the breadth of the preacher man
Thanking God that his prayers are answered
I can see the sun smiling at us
Greeting with hope from above
When Eebola leaves
We would all be merry
But keep those little buckets manning the doors
Like a baby left by Ebola
