The phantoms of our lost brothers and sisters are screaming for help while you dine in happiness and prosperity,
The eye of the gods are watching,
You are impregnated by concealed corruption, don't lie,
Striving to pluck from the unseen stars,
Trying to gulp from the cup of weal,
While the burning vapors of our abodes are rising to heavens,
The eye of the gods are watching,
Your negligence caused the inert success of our sombre nation and the murder of our beloveds,
How many should we reckon?
Our sodality at Borno, all in the microwave world of fire,
Our brotherhoods in Plateau, in the abattoir pool of herders,
Likewise zamfara, a jungle for the wicked,
Sokoto, a shelter for skeletons,
Kano, the hills of the walking dead,
What of Benue, a Camp for cadavers,
Southwest, a seaport for kidnappers,
The eye of the gods are watching
You are the lion clothed in shades and shadows, the den where the ancient Goliath lingers,
We are the prey, you are the predator,
You are the ample cock bleating like a sheep,
You are the fiery lion neighing like a horse,
Why do you keep knitting our tattered robes with cobweb, we ain't Fools,
The eye of the gods are watching.