MONROVIA – In a thunderous poetic declaration that has left both critics and cassava-leaf sellers scratching their heads, Liberian poet F. Shelton Gongerwon has served the nation a full pot of lyrical optimism in his poem My Land Shall Never Fail! — and frankly, the land is doing everything but sleeping.
According to the poem, our land has crossed the Red Sea — which, geographically, is still quite far from West Africa — and is currently “drinking real spiritual tea.” Now, sources close to local teashops could not confirm what spiritual blend this is, but vendors at the Duala Market believe it might be “Jah Jehovah Mint,” known for inspiring both praise and slightly suspicious visions of the Promised Land.
The poem goes further to say our land is leading its own marching band — which is welcome news, as we were worried about the budget for the Independence Day parade. This land, dear readers, is not just moving; it is “giantly emerging from the rear,” carrying a spear, and apparently never in fear. In other words, our land is now a full-blown superhero with economic aspirations.
Weather Forecast: Rain of Blessings, No More Smoke
Poet Gongerwon has assured us that evil men — who seem to be extremely busy praying against us 24/7 — have been thoroughly disappointed. While they wish for our land to wail, fail, and inhale endless smoke, our land is instead “experiencing real change” and “economically in the lead.” This may come as breaking news to the Ministry of Finance, but it’s poetically official now.
In a curious twist, the land is also “no more in the weed” — which is good, because the narcotics squad was getting tired. We’re not entirely sure if this was a metaphor or a policy update, but either way, the land is currently sowing “assorted seeds,” and if agriculture officials are paying attention, we suggest labeling them Gongerwon’s Golden Beans.
From Snail Speed to Sonic Growth
In sharp contrast to the naysayers’ desire for the land to be like a snail, the poem promises acceleration. “My land is moving with high speed,” the poet claims, though he doesn’t clarify whether we’re talking about internet, infrastructure, or the rate at which politicians change parties. But one thing’s for sure: this land is smiling and never wailing, which means either the people are happy, or the land has been personified into a very cheerful field.
Call to Action: Invest in Heroic Might and Light
Gongerwon doesn’t just stop at praising the land; he urges it to “keep shining even in the night” and “keep raising high its own light.” The Ministry of Mines and Energy, take notes — this might be your chance to rebrand power outages as “heroic darkness.”
As the poem closes with multiple reminders that “My land shall never, ever fail!” readers are left with a patriotic glow and mild confusion. What is this land drinking? Who are the evil men? And can we please bottle this heroic might and sell it to other struggling nations?
Whatever the answers, one thing is clear: Gongerwon’s poem is a cultural vitamin — best consumed with laughter, prayer, and a strong cup of spiritual tea.
Long live the land — and pass the tea
