In Sierra Leone, where the sun once shone bright,
Over twenty fires rage, consuming the night,
Shadows of despair flicker in every glance,
As homes turn to ashes, snatched from their chance.
From the State House’s heart to the village near,
Each blaze tells a story of loss and of fear,
Families weep silent, their futures erased,
Dreams reduced to embers, in anguish they’re placed.
Fields once abundant lie charred and desolate,
A tapestry torn, lives shattered in fate,
Children’s laughter silenced, their toys swallowed whole,
A nation held hostage by flames’ hungry toll.
The warmth of the hearth now a distant refrain,
As tears fall like rain, mingling with pain,
The sirens wail sorrow, the smoke carries grief,
In every charred corner, the cry for relief.
Yet amidst the destruction, a flicker remains,
The spirit of resilience, though bound by these chains,
For in every heart broken, there lies a fierce light,
A bond that won’t falter, a will to fight right.
Together we’ll rise, from the ashes we’ll soar,
Reclaiming our futures, rebuilding once more.
In Sierra Leone’s valleys, hope dares to ignite,
Transforming the darkness, igniting the light.
By Elizabeth A Kaine