Poetic Trumpet

Behold the False Preacher

I listened to the false preacher

He hails from the Republic of Nigeria

He predicts doom for the Republic of Liberia

His words are bitter and filled with fear

He lives in Nigeria and rings an evil bell

Declaring that Liberia is destined for hell

He says our nation will never prosper well

Yet his gloomy predictions fail to compel

He sits in Nigeria and creates imagined calamity

 

He speaks of disasters detached from reality

He utters mere rumors and empty triviality

Spreading confusion instead of morality

He sits in Nigeria and widely opens his mouth

Declaring misfortune from the north to the south

 

He calls our leaders villains and criminals

Seeking to frighten our peaceful civilians

He sits in Nigeria and promotes evil in our land

Beating the drum of darkness with his hand

He praises political devils and national upheaval

 

Attempting to weaken our spirit and survival

He sits in Nigeria and predicts endless darkness

 

Yet his speeches reveal nothing but madness

But his prophecies are nothing but lies

His predictions are false before our eyes

His fears are artificial; Liberia is rising high

Advancing steadily beneath God’s sky

His words are political, but Liberia enjoys the light

 

His message is gloomy, but our future is bright

Though he speaks with malice and spite

Liberia continues ascending to greater heights

May God strengthen Liberia’s guiding rod

May God empower our nation through His hand.

May God cancel every planned tragedy and snare

And bless our land with progress everywhere

May God welcome Liberia’s rise and success

And grant our people peace, unity, and happiness

May every deceptive and manipulative voice be exposed

And may truth, justice, and righteousness forever prevail

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