Those who paw our mother’s thigh
and leave our fathers
to lick the rotten lot
are they our kins?
are they?
Those who call us wretched
are they radiant?
are they?
Those who stock their mouth with our national beanscake
and gulp our akamu, tewe tewe
are they of this earth?
are they?
Those who stole our voices…
and rode to affluence
on our sore-ridden backs…
are they our voices?
are they?
Wouldn’t it be right
to seek our kinship
in our true kins?
Wouldn’t it be right?
