Written by Naomi Kamara

Oh Mama Salone!
Your beauty seen miles off sea;
Your mountainous shape - hence Sierra Lyoa.
Striking in form, a glory for your children’s reputation.
Like roaring lions, your echo of beauty sounds.

We call thee Freetown! Land of the free!
A reminder of the shackles that once bounded thee.
From your breath, a land of milk and honey.
Your one true promise to all.

You, were West Africa’s Athens;
The world over to every end.
An inspiration to intellectuals;
You became the center of great interest.

Oh Mama! Mama Salone! How has thou fallen!
Fast and unbelievably deep in sorrow; - why so soften?...