by Fidel Alexander Massaquoi

we asked where it went wrong

why when we tried to move, they don't tag along

but with every corrupt act they were there

warning of the ill fate we will have to bear

the sounds of bullets flying

and of bombs exploding

those were the cries of our ancestors

we swore we repented; we swore we forgave

we, a happy family, and in our hearts have love engraved

but deep down we despised

making them bleed in our demise

the sirens wailing

the mass undertaking

those were the screams of our ancestors

we are growing we say

we have been purged clean, no chance we will go astray

but the vice of denial, not accepting who is not of our race

scaled our hearts, made our heroes shudder in disgrace

the steep slopes rolling

the dark clouds descending

those were the tears of our ancestors

"They can still make it right," they hope

we can still make it right, we know

with love as the sail, and our kids the vessel

the glorious days would inevitably be factual

‘cause their singing and dancing

the nation rejoicing

these would be the smiles of our ancestors.

Fidel Alexander Massaquoi is a civil engineer living in Sierra Leone. He enjoys reading fantasy novels and listening to rap music. He spends his free time (whenever he sees little of it) writing poems and one-liners. Follow his work on Twitter at @elfidof7.