As precious diamonds last forever,
so Monrovia's ordeals are over,
the rebels once clothed in tailored suits,
serviced by ill-gotten loot,
Aha! the liquor inside aso-rock's bar,
that lured one foolish warlord to Calabar,
the attempt to escape to Cameroonian throne,
to trade his black stones,
and just within few days,
what he dodged for many years,
cornered him to a cool spot,
the spot turned to rot,
from the borders of Nigeria,
the peace keepers of Liberia,
Taylor and his ten tailors,
shall face the wrath of UN mayors.
(c) All Rights Reserved. Johnson O.J.Arumona.2006
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