
When the winds of evil blow at night
And snakes of deception throw them light
As thunders of death hide in death’s flight
Like kola nut pickers with great great might
Protect us, and make living our right
II
When the devil turn crocodile and needs to pick
Fowls in the night and make humans’ clocks tick
As vultures do wait to have leftovers to lick
Please do open your wings so quick
And scare them with your mighty stick
III
We are like papers in the wind
Like mud with mobility that the earth does grind
We are toys left to fend for souls so blind
And so our “ahs” and our “eis” do you always find
Just help us Lord, you are our mind
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015