There's Nehemiah telling you:

with your eyes you'll stand on guard,

with your feet you'll run to him,

and with your hands you'll gather all.

Are you trampling your nation's girls

to enslave them in your land?

Open your eyes. I've long seen it coming:

here, today, we're facing ruin.

Why are African homes aflame?

The bible slips from our hands and slams shut,

every day a source of dissension.

Why are you treating God like this?

Your nation's girls are treasures,

their beauty a source of pride,

their sweet voices ring from the mountaintops.

The thought leaves me short of breath.

Speak out, Africa, while you have life:

if whites have a fit, well then let them die.

Those bibles they used to rein us in

stand as tall as I do down on my knees.

Today we don't even know what we scrap over,

lost as if at Vanity Fair.

As long as I live, I'll never forget it.

What have the Wesleyans got to say?

So do you see the god of the whites?

What did you want from the god of the whites?

He helped tie you down with the stone of ochre.

Never again mix soiled clothes with clean.

Are you trampling your nation's girls

to enslave them in your own land?

Spread that news to the ends of the earth;

though you look like you're drowsy, get going.

Ethiopia should get involved,

find support in the Scriptures

and stop running off to confession.

What remains after thorough chewing?

Now what can you say? The country's at war.

Oppression is rampant. Africa's fallen.

Bear the report to the One on High,

burn your first son as sacrifice.

Inspire the country with your words.

Was the country ever in such a state?

Are you trampling your nation's girls?

We're waiting for your reply.

What do the whites have to say of their daughters?

We've taken nothing from the whites:

this is the land of our fathers and forefathers,

given to us by God and our forefathers.

Note the movement of earth and sun

and that of the stars and the moon;

Remember Nebuchadnezer

with his idols of gold and silver,

and come back!!