In the heart of Africa, our banners wave high,
Sierra Leone, land where our spirits once fly.
Yet beneath the sun, a heavy shadow looms,
As we chase our dreams in the silence of tombs.
With diamonds that sparkle and gold in our earth,
Our riches lie buried, drowning in mirth.
Once filled with promise, now hollow we stand,
Yearning for freedom, but still reaching for hands.
Our rivers run deep, our forests still weep,
Hope flickers dimly, like secrets we keep.
Why can’t we rise, with our hearts full of fire?
In this cradle of beauty, lost to desire.
Let us stand together, reclaim what is ours,
Nurture the dreams that lie buried like stars.
For true independence is more than a day,
It’s the strength to rise up and forge our own way.
By Elizabeth A Kaine