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August Flood, Lion Mountain Landslide
AUGUST FLOOD, LION MOUNTAIN LANDSLIDE BY SIMEON AUSTIN DAVID PANGU AKA MR SENATOR To bed they went wishing good night, With zest they opt to wake up and do their chores with all their might. Rain falling from the sky, we know it was a blessing, Tears rolling through Sierra Leone's eyes...(Pause) God knows the reason The earth shrink as the flood came, Beautiful faces were never the same. It came too fast, our smile it wipes Yesterday beautiful songs, today sorrowful cries Good will, aspirations and innovations buried in the mud Your Tomorrow's agend is all we have left to remember as we mourn. Yesterday was the naming day, Today the mourning day. Father couldn't get to watch you as your grow old and play. Vimto tastes like vinegar in our mouths, As youth left for the dead and survivors to scouts. Mother, father the voice of their children calling, Father couldn't see son,mother couldn't heard her daughter crying. Numbers cannot be numbered, John couldn't be recognized by his own brother. Oh! God why the rain? Why our faces are not the same? Why the earth, the earth it couldn't hold? thus on our backs the rocks must roll? Water is life but lives now it take? Why, must on my Nation's mind fear made? Creative writers society +23288241244 (Please share as we mourn)
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