[male
vocals] (
Soft,
building
rhythmic
percussion)
They
say
the
wind
carries
secrets
of
the
soil.
They
say
the
trees
remember
the
footsteps
of
the
fallen.
Oluwa
King,
we
speak
for
those
silenced.
For
the
ones
whose
dreams
were
cut
short
in
the
heat
of
the
day.
He
walked
into
the
bush,
a
humble
man
with
a
heavy
load
Looking
for
diesel,
looking
for
a
way
to
stay
on
the
road
No
job
in
the
city,
no
coin
in
his
trembling
hand
Just
trying
to
feed
his
kin,
a
stranger
in
his
own
land
He
saw
the
sun
dipping
low,
a
shadow
crossed
his
path
A
sudden
flash
of
light,
a
moment
of
unholy
wrath
They
took
his
breath
away,
left
his
spirit
in
the
dust
Betraying
the
oath
of
service,
betraying
the
public
trust.
Do
you
remember
the
names,
do
you
remember
the
faces?
Lost
in
the
silence
of
these
hollowed-out
places
For
the
mothers
still
crying,
for
the
brothers
in
chains
For
the
young
ones
who
perished,
we
carry
their
pains
Oluwa
King,
let
the
voice
rise
high
We
will
not
forget
until
the
day
we
die.
Then
the
youth
came
together,
with
questions
and
a
plea
Asking
for
the
justice
that
we
all
deserve
to
see
But
the
answer
was
lead,
and
the
answer
was
a
cage
They
wrote
their
final
chapter
on
a
cold
and
bloodied
page
Many
are
behind
bars,
many
have
vanished
in
the
night
Stolen
from
their
families,
kept
away
from
the
light
But
the
fire
is
burning,
it’
s
glowing
in
the
dark
They
can
kill
the
vessel,
but
they
cannot
kill
the
spark.
Do
you
remember
the
names,
do
you
remember
the
faces?
Lost
in
the
silence
of
these
hollowed-out
places
For
the
mothers
still
crying,
for
the
brothers
in
chains
For
the
young
ones
who
perished,
we
carry
their
pains
Oluwa
King,
let
the
voice
rise
high
We
will
not
forget
until
the
day
we
die.
Can
you
feel
the
vibration
of
the
earth
below?
It’
s
the
pulse
of
the
brave
that
will
continue
to
grow
We
are
the
memory,
we
are
the
living
song
We
fight
for
the
truth
where
the
victims
belong
No
more
silence,
no
more
fear
in
our
eyes
We
build
a
new
nation
underneath
the
wide
skies.
Do
you
remember
the
names,
do
you
remember
the
faces?
Lost
in
the
silence
of
these
hollowed-out
places
For
the
mothers
still
crying,
for
the
brothers
in
chains
For
the
young
ones
who
perished,
we
carry
their
pains
Oluwa
King,
let
the
voice
rise
high
We
will
not
forget
until
the
day
we
die.
We
remember
you.
Every
tear
shed,
every
dream
deferred.
Oluwa
King,
the
voice
of
the
silenced.
Let
the
world
hear,
let
the
world
change.
Rest
in
power,
rest
in
light. (
Fade
out
with
building
rhythmic
percussion)