Sometimes In Sierra Leone

End the grief and pain End the tears and shame We did suffered in the hands of the rebels so we forght for peace to reign Our future was locked up by them Our steps were measured like witches The killings and destructions were too much,so I walk through this memory lane Hands in hands amonyously yet we face our greatest agony I paused to look at the pictures on the wall,I saw mass destructions of the war and the impacts it created Faces were painted with blood,we pray everyday and cry to the one above. House burnt to the floor. Our soldies fought and did their best now we call them fallen heroes They burnt down our hospitals and we were left with zero Pregnant women were slaughtered to know their babies gender Teenage girls were raped,used and misused. Schools were attacked and pupils were killed. Teachers were used to carry out operations against their will. Though I was young but the pictures on the wall can tell that my people were used and misused. Young children were trained and used as child rebels. I learned that part of my village was a battle field,as empty shell of bullets I see We cried for freedom and the previledge to be free Tears overflow whenever I think about my country’s darkest memories Pains within is what I feel,when I think about my country’s miseries Hands in hands in harmony, we all fought and finally free. It all lasted for eleven years as I take a look at all calenders. Wise up Sierra Leoneans Learn from your past