Niger-Delta River
Cherubim and Seraphim are singing for us
They are cooking for us the meal of salvation
Their aprons are saintly robes
Their condiments are harvests of virgin earth

The celestial virgins are serving our dinner
Your moment of glory is timed
with sands of gold
To the merry you shall come burdens threshed
To you your inheritance shall be delivered
As paradise

The murky Niger-Delta River shall be flushed
With the spurt of their plasma
The horizons of penury shall be freshened
By the waft of our imploding treasure

As this Armageddon land shall be matched
By the limbs of your own
The tracks shall tell
The arm which slays at war,
remains the feet
which turns to home