In
a
land
where
the
hungry
still
search
for
bread,
Where
mothers
count
the
names
of
the
silent
dead.
The
fields
once
green
now
echo
with
fear,
And
justice
feels
distant
year
after
year.
We
have
watched
the
stories
rewritten
in
haste,
While
tears
of
the
grieving
are
covered
in
waste.
Don't
reduce
our
pain
to
convenient
lines,
Or
bury
the
truth
beneath
political
signs.
Chorus
Hear
the
cry,
hear
the
cry,
oh
Nigeria,
hear.
Listen
to
the
orphan,
not
the
voice
of
fear.
We
are
people
longing
for
justice
and
peace,
Let
the
bloodshed
end,
let
the
suffering
cease.
The
Berom
nation
stands
with
dignity
and
hope,
Holding
on
to
truth
when
it's
hardest
to
cope.
Verse 2
Words
have
power;
they
can
heal
or
divide.
They
can
open
old
wounds
or
restore
our
pride.
So
weigh
every
statement
before
it
is
said,
For
every
careless
sentence
awakens
the
dead.
Don't
label
the
innocent
without
the
proof,
Don't
silence
the
victims
beneath
your
roof.
The
land
remembers
every
tear
that
fell,
Every
untold
story
that
history
will
tell.
Bridge
No
more
blame.
No
more
fear.
Let
every
wounded
voice
be
heard
and
clear.
Justice
first,
then
healing
will
begin,
For
peace
is
never
born
where
lies
can
win.
Final
Chorus
Hear
the
cry,
hear
the
cry,
let
compassion
lead.
Justice
is
the
harvest
from
every
righteous
seed.
We
will
not
surrender
our
hope
or
our
name,
For
truth
burns
brighter
than
the
fire
of
shame.
The
Berom
nation
stands,
resilient
and
strong,
Still
believing
that
justice
will
not
take
long.