HAPPY 48th INDEPENDENCE GAMBIA
On this day 48 years ago,
Our then leaders agreed they were ready to takeover,
The people were ready to carry the Motherland on their shoulders,
And march on, to the sky we say is the limit, as soldiers.
48 years now and we still going,
And stronger we are growing,
The flag is flying high,
but yet to reach the sky.
So many things have gone wrong,
Yet the Motherland remains strong.
So many people have gone,
But everyday more are born.
And as life goes on,
The young will live on.
The Motherland is growing Older,
But are the youth ready to carry her on their shoulders?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem