Should I deny who I'm? Tell me!
I'm not from the south neither
From the north, I'm just a
Sierra Leonean. This is my birthright.

The incisors and canines of tribalism,
The hate that burns like sulfur,
Taught in their tribal tongues,
Oh! These homes are full of vipers.

The law room full of professors of
The devil, the code of silence;
How can there be sound...