All Hail Liberia
By Parr Branch
January 8, 2010
Hundreds of ships fly your flag,
But, not a single canoe you own to ply your coast.
Your iron ore and timbers built distant cities,
While rusty zinc shacks line your streets.
You inhabit the richest tropical land of sub-Sahara Africa,
Yet, rice, your staple food you import.
You boast of age, but nothing worthy to match.
Just tip-toe and see your African neighbors,
Nations you far surpass in age, oh, home of Kollie, Smith and Gaye.
As your 163rd Independence Anniversary draws nigh,
O glorious land of liberty,
Let me swallow my grief and celebrate.