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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