Close to the grave,
I sit back and take a look
at the world before me.
Who did we offend
to receive a reward as great as this?
We prayed for wisdom
but stupidity and malady
is the order of the day.
Elédùmàre can’t be this generous
to hand down a package filled with agony.
The generation of the sage
has come and gone
and I’m the last of them.
Who shall deliver us from this new dawn
filled with a generation of vipers?
Hmm… omo éni e ba jo ni
Behold! an emissary of doom
clothed in rich clothes of suffering
on its head a crown of confusion.
He shall rule this generation
and they shall honour him with their malady
till a nation of stability shall of them arise,
they shall know no peace.