By: Abubakarr Momoh Sesay

The place where slaving ships of nations trade,
At its mouth where Freetown now stands,
The Cotton Tree, where signs of freedom reign.
Emancipation we cry for in our hearts; 
From our folks, there came slaves.
Where should we settle and cry for employment?
We secured the future of the settlement and liberated ourselves. 
We are no more slaves!
There came the time for us to live our lives.
We no more lived up to the rule of paying taxes for our ‘huts.’
for we are families not foes.
Patriotic citizens we are to you Mama Salone.

Land of the free!
But the burden you beared has left us wondering.
you seem to be sinking into violence and corruption,
our economy is drowning: we have no option.
Boom! there came Saybana and allies,
Spitting venoms of a civil war.
Old and young folks panic as they hear the sounds of a trigger,
killing was something so meager.

Mama!
Range of hills surround your harbour,
Portraying the natural beauty of your kingdom.
A nation decorated with customs, traditions and adorable cultures
The taste of poyo quenches my thirst,
Stories of different tribes you wouldn’t miss
Enjoy to the melodious tunes of the gumbe and bata;
As we dance with our elegant country cloth, ronko and lappa.

Long live our motherland.

Firm may she ever stand!