A song for October
Shame,
shame, shame and shame
Shame to
those who shave our heads and share our herds
Shame to
the men who rape our soil and reap our toil
Shame to
those gods who suck our oils and prick our boils
Shame to
ghosts who cut our pay and eat our hay
Down, down,
down and down
Downhill
we will throw their caskets and throw their buckets
Downhill
will their chalet erode and their chattel corrode
Downhill
their face shall look with a sting
Downhill
shall be their new abode
Up,
up, up and up
Up here
we will sing, dance and rejoice
Up in
the mountains of a new found land of sanity
Up in
the air our inglorious past and leaders will be hung
Up there
shall be tell our sons to look and learn
Come,
come, come and come
Come together
and form a bond for the imminent
Come to
an covenant that we will now shine on the continent
Come and
shake the hands that fought the squanders
Come into
a new nation full of conquerors
-Omo-ekun, Ilu- Nla
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