I SEE LIBERIA

I see Liberia! A land where the seashores of the Atlantic Embraced and welcomed the Mayflower, The great voyage of a rising sun, Imprinting the omen of a new dawn. A promised land of the modern era As negroes journeyed through the Red Sea of the Mediterranean, Out of the hideous bondage of imperial Americo-europeans, Questing for the milk and honey of liberty! I see Liberia! Africa’s pride and beacon of hope As she raises the first flag of independence, Proclaiming herself as the Lux in Tenebris While the Lonestar glows amidst the dark continental field. The purity in her white scribe is evident As she has neither been corrupted By earthquakes, tsunamis or tornadoes Nor has she seen hurricanes or volcanoes. I see Liberia! A paradise in nature Where wild life boasts of fertile grasslands, And tropical forests flourish throughout its fruitful soil, Manifesting the art of ardent coloration. A sanctuary dipped in culture Where mortars and pestles harmonize The melodious chorus of ethnical traditions While fifteen political subdivisions are cloaked In unity by the red, white and blue; And engulfed by the love of liberty that brought them here. I see Liberia! A wonder to behold Where black is amazingly beautiful When the sons and daughters of a long, lost heritage Travel back in time to their roots In discovery, of the true definition of African beauty. Oh mama Liberia, I do see you! A land which has been in the fearsome dungeon of slavery, Through the frightening pangs of civil crisis, Down the alarming valley of great depression, Back up and gliding majestically through the skies! An indomitable force to be reckoned with! A land where dreams can still become realities! ©Arthur Shedrick Davies Alias, The_Olympian