They came with their trade,
Gende Olorun reduced to a chattel,
Abiyamo chained as a pass-round maid,
we survived, with a defiant soul forestalling hell.
They came with their governments,
but their tricks with us did not sell,
forced kings and acquired with destructive armaments,
we survived, with a defiant soul forestalling hell.
Now they come with their ideas,
the sole foundation on which reason dwells,
it is oppression! , they ring to our ears,
how shall we survive and forestall the coming hell.
Moremi, Olokun, Orisha Oko we seek for rescue,
our truth and power of women.
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