HOLD IT!
DON'T LOUD IT!
Stop bothering the God of creation,
To give our leader a direction,
Or direct our leaders right,
The God of Creation is directing our leaders right,
But they're like stiff-necked Pharaoh,
Who always prefer going to the left,
A pity it is, to know they aren't ready to right the wrongs,
Yet always ready to wrong the rights,
Never ready to ponder on our plights,
Ó dẹ̀ ti fiwọ́n fún iyè ìríra,
Until they realise themselves
And mend their evil ways,
I doubt if God of creation
is ready to waste his provisions.
They're blind to the deformities,
He provides them sights to see,
through the youths,
Because they've chosen not to see the truth,
They took to guns, plucked the eyeballs they ought to see through,
They took to guns, wiped out some of our youthful and useful brains,
For they see us as threats to their disastrous acts,
Who by all means will turn over
the seat and take over the power,
With strength and unity,
having woken up from our slumber.
Youths have known the truth,
And the truth is set to set us free,
We laid our longings at their feet,
For we've always been at their mercy,
We hoped for a welcoming response
to set us free from the shackles,
Lo! Violence was the response,
Gunshots were the answers to our pleas,
Denial was compassion for mourning.
We can't wait for the 2023 dawn to come,
Though we won't mind if tomorrow morning
Is the dawn we've been clamouring.
In solidarity, we stand still,
Seeing our brothers and sisters bleeding,
And rolling in their pool of blood to death,
We're banked on fighting till the end,
Victory must be won, and their blood will never pose to us as debts.
We're set to dwell in love and honesty like never before,
Turning to our brothers and sisters' keepers,
A force that cannot be flushed,
A voice that cannot be ignored,
In just and in truth, we have chosen to live,
As we climb the great loft height...
Focus, don't be distracted by the speechless speech,
Don't be discouraged by the lifeless speech,
Never give room to them to introduce ethnicity,
Remember, in oneness we started,
How sweet it was, mingling with each other on
Tollgate ground,
As Muslims and Christians lay the same,
The poor and the rich,
The celebrities and nonentities,
All of us, àparò kan ò ga jù kan lọ,
As a result, we've become a threat,
And the thought of us, take away their breaths.
I know their plans,
The plan of evil, to scatter the united voice,
And make us fight each other,
To scatter the new world we're putting together.
Give no room,
Don't turn to a puppet of destruction,
Abide with youthful and useful catalysts,
Together, we shall build
Nigeria of our dream.
A luta continua...
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