Oh! You confused nationalist and imperialist Somersaulted sell-out traitors Our ideological struggle degenerated Into a mere forecast. Can’t you see our political coupist Intruders of
Tit for tat A doctrine imbibed By worshippers fanatics Lucifer’s descendant In Emmanuel’s generation Water turned blood Peace into pieces For a belief believed Injurious
Sprouting like mushroom Those places call sanctuary My worry turn gory By mechanization employed Under the edifice Turned money offices Then objective dethroned The light