Shirtless they stood, bound by death,
As force took lives, and stole their breath.
Hopes once dead, came alive in vain,
When accusations rained, treason the name.

Thirteen sons with silenced cries,
Watched their dreams fade as time flies.
Chained to poles, no voice to oppose,
They saw life’s light fade in sorrow’s prose.

Justice was awake, though cold and still,
For sometimes, it only moves with breathless will.
Unity split as guns declared who’s right,
Thirteen lives lost in a single flash of light.

Yet today we choose to lay the pain to rest,
Liberia’s future vast, its soil blessed.
Untangled, unchained, we walk tall and proud,
No longer bound—we stand strong, unbowed.

We won’t mumble our pledge; we’ll shout it aloud!
This is our future, of which we’re proud.
Injustice dispelled, dignity regained,
With love, justice, and liberty sustained.

No chains bind us, our names we’ll reclaim,
Through our works, we’ll rise, and lift our flame.