Temporary protected status, Please give our people more time

On October 1 this year about 10,000 Liberians who have resided in the United states for more than ten years will be force to go home by the United states government, because the government now considers Liberia safe enough for her people to return. However i would like to point out that the State department own travel advisory is warning Americans to avoid travel to the country, because of serious security concern. so my question is, if its not safe for Americans to go there, how is it safe for thousands of Liberians with their U.S born children, who are U.S citizens to go there? the new government in Monrovia, is doing all it can to provide basic services, to the people already there, and with some difficulty i might add, how can they be expected to cope with the thousands more who will be force to go home. Monrovia is already overcrowded, unemployment is at 80%, the education system is in shambles not to mention the health sector, there is no way this is going to work, if this plan is implemented it will be a disaster in the making. Our people understands that there is nowhere like home, we are grateful to the United states for all it has done and continue to do for our people, all we ask is a little more time, to let the government in Monrovia, firmly put their feet on the ground. i have total confidence in the beliefs of freedom, and justice , two words firmly rooted deep in the foundation of this great nation, and just as the Irish came in the 1800 to escape famine, and the Jews in world war 2, to escape Nazi prosecution, Liberians will continue to be hopeful that the doors will be left ajar and not totally shut, that those words written by Emma Lazarus for the statue of Liberty: Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame."Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"will hold meaning for them too.