In Congo’s heart, war tales,

Of wealth untold, yet cursed, it holds.

Beneath the soil, diamonds shimmer bright,

And gold runs deep, a mesmerizing sight.

Pic Cred: Safari Consoler

But with the riches, shadows creep,

A curse that lingers, causing citizen’s hearts to weep.



Henry Johnson LR

I am a Liberian-born American writer with great ideas to impact lives and leave this world a little better than I found it.