Hurray for the freedom fighter
Of the hungry masses
He has freed his own pockets
From the bondage of poverty
Freed his children’s children’s children
From the bondage of hunger
But I – where is my freedom?
Hurray for the freedom fighter
His future is cast in stone
Solid like the Rock of Gibraltar
Built rich and magnificent
Like a tourist’s dream
But I – where is my future?
Hurray for the freedom fighter
Marrying the thieves at night
Crocodile tears in the day
Eavesdropping and you hear concealed laughter
Booming from the enclave of the gods
But I – where is my laughter?
Hurray for the freedom fighter
Of the wretched masses
Oil stoking his embers
Into the flames of a dangerous Sheik
The Sheik of an unfortunate clan
Where a pint of oil
Now sells for a barrel of blood
His dreams like a mythical Octopus
With multiple wings soaring higher and higher
Beyond the reach of his masses
I am the despoiled masses
My blood is drilled every day
From the creeks of the Niger delta
But I – where are my wings?
Hurray for the freedom fighter
Fighting for Africa
The great land of the black race
Poverty like an ever encroaching Sahara
Eating up his selfish brain
His delight is the cozy greatness built
With the blood of the unfortunate
I am Africa
I am the great continent of the blacks
But I – where is my delight?
Copyright: Dumbiri Frank Eboh
