Expanded Version
Yangemeno, the Jesus of Benin
God without the pedigree
Our Lord of Darker Skin
Catholic tastes accepted him
And only showed him flames
In response to Papal whim
They would not speak such names
It was said that God coursed through him
Both the Father and the Son
Wrapped in a Holy Trinity
With a God of Blazing Sun
But piety is relative,
Men will always argue that,
Christians rendered Yangemeno
Into grease to keep them fat
Some said that Yangemeno
Was another name of God
And when Jesus disappeared
This is where he'd trod
If indeed, in search of souls
Benin is where he walked
Deep into west Africa
Where slaves of men are stalked
If he could see the future
Christ knew from here it whirls
A firestorm of families
Mothers, fathers, boys, and girls
If their sin was to pronounce
God in a different tone
Was it a sin to punish them
By ripping flesh from bone
When the name of Yangemeno
Is whispered down through years
It is passed on quiet
Hanging soft on childrens ears
I only pray, when the final note
Echoes through foreign lands
And the Father calls out to his Son
Yangemeno stands
