By Samuel G. Dweh | Writer, Freelance Journalist, Author
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I am oldest political Republic in Africa!
A long-time role model to other Nations in Africa
Today, July 26, 2021, is my 174th year
A day reserved for reflection on passed years
A reflection of handling of me
By Liberians inside and foreigners near me
On July 26, 1847 I was politically named
By exported freed African slaves on America’s aim
From my natural name—“Grain Coast”
I became the foreigners’ plunder court
Pulling from belly my iron ores
Which my natural-borns depend for their oats
Also shipping to their shippers my diamonds
So that my indigenous offspring be in “dire most”
I sighed an air of freedom when my own took over
I mean Tubman, Tolbert and Doe to turn me over
For me to be elegant like my mates the world over
But each Leader’s style tumbled me over
The “tumbled over” refers to my “ugly feature”
Lacking several infrastructures, hiding my future
Then, in 1991, I was plunged into a civil war
Which was a product of my politicians’ minds at war
My mates sent their children on peace mission
To sacrifice their lives—being part of the mission
Even though some had clandestine intension
Reflected in rapes, looting and mass destruction
When the missile and grenades soon became mute,
My war-related despondence left the mode mute
Charles, one of my fighting sons, was chosen
But I regularly became “wretched” on insecurity
Ellen, my child who initiated my fall, emerged
But couldn’t defeat corruption that kept me submerged
Then stepped in my footballing son—Weah
Whose leadership style causing my economic wears
Call me Africa’s oldest Independent Republic
In spite my having nothing much to show the public
My children can transform me to Mother Beauty
But not until their hearts for me are filled with pity
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