A season starts with slavery of our beloved Sierra Leonean,
A tears of our lash stria out,
stria to oppone the deadly fertile land.
Slavery were disowned parentally,
Sabotage began so as to accomplish the slavery.

A sorrowful mood strikes out of the black sapiens like harmattan,
Lyoa by then, is now at a gage of mystery like a barboon in the crocodile depth,
Some were erased as to be killed and trashed out vigorously,
And others were owned by the british.

The exertion of our slavery in Sierra Leone had turn a free astray, inorder to prolong the work as pirate for the british,
Blacks were betrayed foreignly,
Children were born and grown as a bondsman,
And others who reach to the...