They ride at night through its evils and lust;
Many a friend was lost when Ogun struck,
Their wealth untold, their deeds exposed,
Now their black women and black men have to cry;
because they had to die,
Now we have to ask why Midnights Horsemen have to sail at night with seas of Bacchus progenies in their bellies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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