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 thinking?
Ahhh, these people are just prowlers.

Sound manifestos, sick hearts,
Burglary they called development,
Revenge, they called a new path,
Same old skin, same old wine.

Poverty sleeps with us every night,
Dreams of the youth crinkling,
Our parents hopes wrinkling,
Injustice is now a sexy woman.

Rapists of power,
How many turns will be done
Before they can realize this nation
Is falling apart? Oh sleepers!

The fight belongs to all of us,
My pen bleeds with consistency,
Justice for all,
Or no justice at all.

© Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)