She Still Never Falls

On the west coast of Africa Stands there, the realm of liberty, Sierra Leone She hosts men of but no clone Many of her descendants are erudite These men of controversies Who seem to read only their self-verses With their longing for power Causing peaceful chaos in this blessed land. The countrypeople are lopsided: Some breed violence Because they have always swept off peace; Some chase equanimity away Because they have dug and buried love Minds of countermove All these encumber development And yet we profess nation building Which is not so. Albeit the strifes and brawls If we be transformed in positive measure We can still swim in the pool of country pleasure Endowed in the fountain of peace We should watch not ourselves of brag But overshadowed by the whitish color of our flag Our anthem of uniqueness. O how bright it is to unite, to come together! If we do this With the anchor of ‘Together we rise’ By the weapon of oneness Like those builders of Babel’s tower We shall surely progress in building our nation in an hour And in a unified coexistence.