A Cry For Freedom
Through His servant has he spoken,
And spirits now truly awoken,
Fresh wounds in the hearts of men never forgotten!
For the die has caste,
The stage fully set
Mother Earth 'bout to get wet
With the blood of the innocent,
A deep hole has been dug
As sheeples' eyes still covered with spiritual mug,
As masses chant enough is enough
To the monsters, in the corridors of power
That feed fat with the sweat
And blood of their subject
Yes! That crazy house niggars
Doing the biddings of their slave masters,
Those frenemies in our midsts
Blindly punching us back with their evil fists!
Lo, I see the end drawing nearer 'n nearer,
Days of reckoning coming closer 'n closer,
The very end of an evil entity
That has had many
Trapped in the captivity of negativity,
And that for long has kept us in tears,
This devil that constantly feed on our fears
Shall soon be gone
And to be remembered no more!
Be calm, oh mortal men,
Even as the wounded lion
May loudly still roar in its den
Its strength has long gone
And it's too hard to move on.
Be comforted, ye mortal men
For the sun upon the living shall again shine
The day shall again brightens and fine,
And peace shall in the land return,
For His will shall be done
That we may glorify His name
As we rise to fame.
Who shall we fear when God is our comforter?
Even as its retainer struggle and fumble
The Zoo in the end shall still crumble!
Nigeria, oh Nigeria the killer of destinies
Shall soon vanish in the face of crisis
That we may rejoice 'n give Elohim praises.
Written by Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu
For Family Writers Press International
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