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 sun are used as a sarcasm,
Slaves were crying for hunger with hard labour,
Hunger serrating on them with no harbor.

The scattered dense and stunted trees waves,
The Hills, Mountains and valleys succumb an answering swell,
But were the Sands of sufferings hits and returned the sound aswell.

A sufferings of tears rides and shrank off the lash and settled below the fertile land,
Oh! green, white and blue,
But the injustice dance in slue,
Britons, golds, diamonds and bauxites impregnated our land,
And were rice and green vegetations has our nation earn.

War and labor paled their faced,
All's done and now came with grace,
Justice to all but sweet and bitter tis our place,
Tis but many did it nurture,
Religions and traditions amassed with culture.
Blacks were forced as a slavery, but our feeble heart decided to fought for our clan,
We were bold and brassed as we traced to war for our freedom to be claim,
It shows a sign of dominance to take over the lion mountains.

#Short summary poem.

____abdulkarim turay 🇸🇱.