By: Elizabeth Kaine
In Freetown’s streets, the struggle’s real
A crisis brews, a people’s appeal
For food to eat, for bellies to fill
A basic need, a fundamental will
The markets bare, the shelves laid low
A scarcity that nobody knows
How to face, how to overcome
The pangs of hunger, the ache of want
Mothers worry, children cry
Fathers search, but can’t deny
The emptiness, the hollow pain
Of plates that once held love and grain
But still we hope, still we strive
To find a way, to stay alive
Through resilience, through community strong
We’ll face this crisis, and right this wrong
So let’s come together, hand in hand
Support each other, in this demanding land
Share what little, we have to spare And pray for abundance, to show we care
