We call you blessing Hurricane of Joy Happiness do not a miss word On my arrival she said
But why starve of sand in desert
Why fishes are dying of water in rivers
Elders eaten curse will kola nut
Our hoe are ploughing blood
Our cultus are sharp as wood
Adults turn to babies
Babies are now elders
Night workers govern the Nation
My hope lies
My strength weakens me
I long for die with dark hair
Because the morning is as dark as shadow
The moon as cold as ice
