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Thou never hoped us freedom
Esu, that Satan of old long serpent
When many long years we never saw
Beyond your boundary
Each year we bring to you
Palm wine, and palm oil to plead a cure
Of massive deaths and sickness in our land
From our fore-father and us and our offspring
You boast to accept these all
We never stopped bringing these;
Cola-nut, pap-cake, goats and a virgin
All that you asked for we bring
Still, to you our souls are enslaved

Our eyes are widely opened
To see the days beyond your powers
Where we know the way the way to salvation
Which is free and more lasting
Removing your amulets, the spirit, esu
Thou Satan of old long serpent

Our eyes are brightly seeing
These freedoms you never gave once
Without palm-oil and palm-wine
Our lives are removed from your charms
From your spirits and sergeants
Six feet you palnted us
Where we never witnessed sun shine
But the missionaries have harvested us
To see many brightness upon the surface
And dazed at first to thirst for light
Then happy henceforth, my generation

They have showed us that peaceful way
Where we gather no blood or courses
Only with faith, hope and love
Our offspring will never be killed
By you anymore

They showed us life we deserve
And taught us catch the fishes
With faith, hope, prayer and love
When thou argue to slaughter us
Now our eyes are opened, esu
When the missionaries arrived
Preaching that savior for all
Telling us salvation that savior for all
Telling us salvation that their Jesus
Has brought to all mankind

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