The jungle whispers secrets, tangled
Vines of history cling to the hills,
Echoes of a past, a fight for the light,
A struggle rippling through the leaves.

From the crumbling ruins of Freetown,
To the diamonds embedded in the river’s bed,
A cry rises, unbidden,
Stirring the hearts of the dreamers, the weary.

Men and women, shadows in the market square,
Silent warriors with eyes of steel,
Whisper prayers to the distant thunder,
Hands calloused from the tilling, the building.

The sea, vast and unyielding,
Carries tales of...