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.

For greed and conflict have taken their toll,

Leaving scars on the land, a heavy toll.

Yet Congo’s spirit remains resilient,

With strength and hope, it seeks to transcend.

A land of vibrant colors and magical souls,

Where resilience and kindness are its truest goals.

Its beauty, its people too,

that must work together for a brighter, hopeful view.

For Congo’s wealth and curse may intertwine,

But through unity and love for country, a new dawn shall shine.



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.