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Thinking of the bay that daily gush 
From our ray on this lengthy voyage.
This at first wasn't envisage to be created,
For our calculator has failed us in haste.

Yes in haste it has failed us.
Despite the mountains of conferences and aluta,
Which has taken ocean from our skin.
In smart cerebral, they lay us still in their cave.

Not that warning hasn't been placed on us.
Yet in anticipation for liberation, our drums made close.
Ominira inira, ominira inira.
Was the statement that could have stopped us,

In falling prey of their menace.
October first I hail you and celebrate your wisdom.
Through ages and generations we shall sing your praise.
How have you come to place this yoke on our neck?

You're curse in all the days of the year.
Oh you're bless in realisation of our foolishness.
Thank you for making us to know our doom.
Foetus wey come out with pupu no go be person.

Na blood dem go be for dem no wait for their period.
To hell with those that have made this call for us.
Not for our good, but for their belly in praise.
We sing their praise, yes we will daily sing.

That no sooner than their Masters left,
That their missions clearly known.
The essence of Reformation was laid to rest.
After the birth of oloibiri our glory slain.

Now like handicaps we depend on our neighbours.
Yes we're handicaps, yet in wealth our loan daily grows.
Greatly dear Divine
On you our hope and the generations to come do lay.
You own the heart of Kings and chiefs
And control same to your satisfaction.

We pray you to touch our hearts and our leaders.
For in this lane we're, our Jesus may come soon.
Make for us leaders that will obey you.
Not as those in 2015 that deceit is their clothes.

Hope we thought they'd give but blames they through.
We've done this, yes we've done it.
Aso ko ba omoye mo, omoye tirin roro woja.
We have done this, yes we know our wrong
Our hope is In for total liberation from this slavery
Before we become Samaria of this generation.


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