A feast on locust
With sacred hands
bleed of oiled leaves
Groomed inside wide fire
A quest for future benefit
Back the forest stream
gods meetings are heard
Giving the deity a relief
Sons and daughters of us
A strange gathering
An evening boil
Chant spread the whole land
To the hearers of the sea
When no walkers are seen
Our relievers the unknown herbs
Buried the belly of our bank
Idenyi the deity of the barren!
We are your crumbs and conveners
And watchers of watchdogs
When will we be delivered from the hands of our oppressors?
We are displeased to attend more funerals
Honouring invitation to the call of death
Through the unknown street
The region of no return
Here we are in wait for our men to be raised from slumber
So they can be front in all battles
Gone are the days;
Oracles were men in our absence
Protectors of destinies
Givers of new hope
Though rotten in mind
Idenyi how brave are you?
Can peace be restored our homestead?
Where turbulence arrived and stood still
Am afraid if our name is crushed
To withhold another night
Menace will be harboured in our homeland
Where were you Idenyi?
The notorious night that cunningly passed
When the braves were chased from our town
Many gunned underground
Why wed reproach?
Not doing the works of gods
Revenge is it a waste of time?
If we are to live by a past name
Why was our deities lured by strange seekers?
During the steal of various life
They were lacking in our own protection
With bare foot we flee our own home with no armies of bullet
While mourning our progenitors
Our dreams dressed in dirge
With a fractured face
Prayers haven't been heard
Despite the calf appeased
To the strange and furious gods
Now our wailing has grown old
A call to Idenyi to liberate.