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Cry for Freedom By Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu 2nd November 2020 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
Cry for Freedom
Cry for Freedom By Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu 2nd November 2020 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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