Monrovia At Sunset Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Along the beautiful shores where the sons met,
On an island that history can never forget
Your beaches kissing the broad Atlantic, O city
The chronicles narrate that your present was preset

Up your learning towers, we refine the mindset
From Duala to Waterside, we give our sweat
And your broader pathway shows beauty in multiplicity,
Over the slums of Westpoint where the sun could set,

But naysayers shout loud your silhouette.
Even invading your borders with the deadliest threat
But your geniality and humor saved you, great city
We see your beauty glamour even at sunset

On the beaches and in the slums, shines Monrovia
This beauty we adore even at sunset in Monrovia