Swim this death canyon

Tributaries of blood and tears

Rushing, gushing veins

Of bustling, bursting brains

Griefs of planned catastrophe

Of Callous Hypocritic Bishopric.

Scream! Screaming Akwa Ibom

And prepare to WAIL.

Smear your Pontifical surplices

With lamentations and heartaches

As in TEN TWELVE SIXTEEN

As in the day tomorrow died.

Scatter your offerings and sacrifices

For your...