Hear me as I speak,
Let your nerve accelerate
The echo of my voice,
Under the mighty power of your glory
Our strength is laid,
To be handicap of your vices.
Could the law be wrong
That in you our security do pick?
Twenty naira in the past
Now, fifty naira
To make checkpoint a slaughter household,
In fear, we give to Cesar what is not of Cesar,
As there's no choice in our strength
Than to celebrate your wonders.
You are deaf to the cry of the blood
Before it is laid to the earth,
Making the innocents the victims of the court,
Notwithstanding, we call you our friend,
I pray, you be a friend indeed.
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