The Yoke of Light ( Poem of the Week)

By Martin-Luther Fon Yembe

A source of hope for all she was

 As bright as light in dark she shone                                   

We danced along her shores for fun

And all along, we had no wars.

Below the mighty Fako foot

The free winds bearing all we need

And all around, we sowed the seed

That filled our homes, with all that’s good.

From down the coast to the grassfield

Uttering no more than “Good morning”

Filling our mouths with songs to sing

Lighting our souls with love fulfilled

From bright Yoke, we had our light

That shone for all, with less to spend

Though we now mourn, and curse and rend

We know for sure, all will be bright

Martin-Luther Fon Yembe

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