The Rebirth Poem by Okim Otu

When on their own land; Kings becomes strangers
And Queens taken by drunken soldiers,
When on unguarded and stray paths prince walk
And servants ride gorgeously on horseback.

The cries of orphans shall be heard beyond!

When the best suddenly lacks precision
And pride sits on exalted positions,
When love slaves in egocentric places
And truthfulness burns on lying furnaces.

The cries of orphans shall be heard beyond!

This madness will crumble before our sight,
The hand of the Lord will show up in might,
To birth for our sake a new beginning;
Where justice prevail and joy unending.

The cries of orphans would've been heard beyond.