I came to a house of prison
Worshipers with their souls surrendered
Spirits allowed to accept salvation only in anticipation
Committed hands to clapping
Lips to song
Feets thundering the ground in worship
Who taught you to hate your God?
Who sold you a packaged foreign god?
Who diluted your worship?
In revolt I, do not clap
In revolt I, do not sing
In revolt I, reject a packaged god.
Each day is a day of torment to my soul
I reject the packaged god
Selling hope or selling solutions?
Take me to Okaoko
Maybe I will find our humanity in our worship.
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