Mohamed Sesay Master AU
When Heaven looks down on Sierra Leone,
Does it weep for the seeds that corruption has sown?
Does it hear the cries carried over the sea,
Of a nation still searching for what it should be?
The mountains stand silent, the rivers still flow,
Yet stories are buried where few dare to go.
Questions are whispered in markets and streets,
While fear walks beside every truth that it meets.
A stranger arrived from a faraway land,
And powerful people extended a hand.
Photographs smiled, friendships were known,
While ordinary citizens stood alone.
Today the world watches with skeptical eyes,
As scandal and controversy continue to rise.
The headlines travel from continent to shore,
Leaving our nation’s reputation wounded and poor.
What image remains when the world sees our name?
A land rich in promise, or burdened by shame?
A country of heroes, of miners and farms,
Or a nation distracted by scandals and alarms?
The youth ask questions, the elders ask too,
Yet answers are hidden from public view.
Those who speak loudly are branded a threat,
While those with connections are protected yet.
The voice of the citizen trembles in fear,
For power has become what many revere.
The laws that should shield both the weak and the strong
Are sometimes invoked to silence a wrong.
When critics are hunted and truth is restrained,
The wounds of democracy deepen unstained.
For freedom is fragile when fear takes command,
And justice grows weak in the shadow of power’s hand.
The world sees the seizures on distant shores,
The cocaine discoveries behind foreign doors.
From Europe arise troubling questions once more,
While Sierra Leone bears the weight of the score.
The flag still flies high in the African sky,
Yet many still wonder and quietly ask why.
Why do the powerful shelter their own,
While ordinary voices are left on their own?
A nation is strongest not when critics are still,
But when leaders accept the people’s will.
Not when questions are buried beneath threats and fear,
But when truth can be spoken for all to hear.
And so Heaven watches our beloved land,
Waiting for justice to finally stand.
Waiting for courage to conquer deceit,
Waiting for truth and accountability to meet.
For no government lasts forever in might,
And no darkness can permanently silence the light.
History remembers not privilege or throne,
But those who defended the soul of Sierra Leone.
And when future generations open the page,
May they not read only of scandal and rage,
But of citizens who stood despite danger and pain,
To protect their country’s honour again.
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