We are like Naked soles treading on thorns, helpless and lonely in fate's turns. We are like muds under Oluwere, tasting droplets of the sky's shower. We despise our conditions, we protest our situations, we are powerless before our oppressors, fearful before our annihilators. Arise o Africa, Arise! , Arise o Africans, Arise! Face your oppressors, Mordecais to your annihalators. Drive out your enemies, milkers of your mother's fat, I look and see an Achilles heel, the plan is good, who shall bell the cat.