The psalm of the unbroken 
Osman Koroma


                              With fountain of tears cascading from her deep brown eyes
                                                                   She dropped on her knees
                             Raised her head to the sky and her dark hair fell above her back
                                                 With head and hands raised toward heaven
                                                                      She cried, she cried

Oh, God, they have raped me, beat me, killed and raped my brothers and sister and set our home
ablaze But I know my brothers and sister are in peace with you up in heaven.
They have taken everything away from me but they will never take away my love for you.
Oh, yes, she cried
She cried, oh, she cried
I forgive them, forgive them
Oh, Father, I forgive them
Oh, Father I love them, love
I love them the way you love me
I love you father Lord; please bring them back to the light.
Oh, my God,
Help them to be your light!
Help them to shine with your light!
Father, I thank you for forgiving us,”
Oh, yes, she cried
Cried for their souls
Cried and cried she did