It shocks the mind in trying to comprehend the poverty of Sierra Leone – A nation endowed with so much in natural beauty, mineral and marine resources, historical and cultural heritage – to be plagued with corruption, war and sufferring.
With high hopes, bold aspiration
You set forth
But death and corruption
On you has been wroth
~
Culture and heritage trampled we like dirt
In self-love and arrogance we grow fat
O how you weep
In this unending grief
~
Will hope usher a new dawn
Is this the end, are we done?
Riches you lacked not
From them you’ve been hurt
~
Leadership in you is not scarce
The battle we fear, is fierce
The heart you know has not changed
But that to you is nothing strange
~
Your strength and beauty
With chains were led
Until evil
From justice fled.
~
That which you provide
We’ve accepted not
Your soul we’ve divided…
In vain our fathers fought
~
We kill and maim
For riches we can not claim
Who shall deliver?
My soul doth shivers
~
Who within you will stand?
And form a noble band
Corruption and greed, like bees
Their sting shall be nothing but past memories
~
Today we wait
Tomorrow… too late
Our hopes… abate
This far… by fate
God shall open freedom’s gate
Copyright © 2009 K.K. Agbermodji All Rights Reserved.
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