by Emmanuel G G Yamba
It was a cool day During the COVID-19 break Dad summons us under the mango tree And fed us with sugar-coated stories of yesteryears Liberia How she bartered glory for slavery and beauty for ashes Dear Liberia What you going through is no longer a joke The hurt, pain and tribulation, So serious The thought of crown leaving the throne Led to your frustration Among your mother's children, Your voice is not recognized Whenever you stand up, You are always criticizing People see you as old and incapable Having nothing to offer And playing in society no major role Your future leaders are disabled No sound education So it cripple their tomorrow Making me to keep questioning If the battery is dead Or the charges are inappropriate That it can't light a single soul Or do something to get a bravo Since you mute my call, Let me turn a letter to a prayer Dear God You didn't make her to always suffer Your plans towards her are good and not evil So I turn to you to band the devil That kept her under bondage To struggle That the lonestar may again shine in the dark And waters will flow To freshen trees that were giving up the ghost, And the economy grows Remember, she's Africa's first child Let her carry the blessing And no longer befriend suffering Above and not beneath May her old bones be strengthened To be industrious and experience increase Let her young ones be refreshing With milk of wisdom, knowledge and understanding And her eyes may be open To sow growing seeds Amen
Emmanuel G G Yamba is an emerging Christian poet and also an undergraduate student at the University Of Liberia.