Benue wears black
Oh what a day Benue wears black
We wore black and cried for help
Help help help us
The guerrillas have invaded on Benue
Oh they painted Benue Red
They wrote murder in black color
They raped Benue
They despoiled her treasures
They evoked the wrath of Benue river
The sight of the innocent blood
The tears of the young and old
Long mourning faces wore black color
Benue river was slow to anger
Yet hell has no wrath like Benue's fury
Benue river spits woe unto them
Woe unto the killers
Woe unto their hearts of stones
Woe unto their blood stained hands
Sleep well compatriots Benue
Sleep well Benue 73
The Sleepless stretches a powerful hand for you
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I would like to translate this poem