Foreign "gods"

Hypocrisy in daylight role played 
By the man who says, call me god
Praise my name, worship my flag
My statue, just call me god


I will claim a heritage in the land of the Pharaohs
And Greeks, Romans and Orientals
 Where once, man was made god


And in death he was worth more
With his name made immortal 
Call me god, yes call me god 


Yes call me god, praise my name
To testify my name, honour me
And time has no boundaries, yes call me god
But then, the gods must be having a laugh


Or are they, rather torn between what to do
In confused state of moral stands, 
Grinding their teeth, buying their time
Weighting between a dance with the devil, to suffer a personal loss


Or stick with the evil, "we have an understanding with him"
He who stands on old lands, with oppressors suit
The common man shouts out, in rebellion
Let my people go, we will burn effigy of false gods 


Free them, free us all, let my people go
But the gods of the land, are now tongue tied
In sub sahara, in the land of the ivory
They had much to say, the faithful heard their cry


In the north of the same old  ancient land
They had their "handful", and became foreign gods
For fear, they will bleed on change
This is not our fight and we can't risk it 


What if the gods should bleed
Then they are no longer immortals
Just as men, weak, and vulnerable
And has something to lose, something to gain


So they sit on the fence and scratch their heads
Do call me god, but don't expect  miracles
Yes do call me god, my like for that sound
For even paradise is with tsunami, so call me god