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
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
Very intense..
ReplyDeleteSheilagh Lee said:Extremely intense this really illustrates what is happening in Eygpt.
ReplyDeleteGods and false gods all walk together; and sometimes their 'costumes' are so much the same that it is impossible to determine who is who. Thank you for linking to Poetry Jam!
ReplyDeleteThey are all demigods. nice.
ReplyDeletepower makes gods of us all, perfect ending, and the 6th stanza really sticks out here
ReplyDelete... this is amazing.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking and amazingly written Kodjo!
ReplyDeleteI like that you took on the situation in Egypt in your response to this prompt. So very complex and confusing there. Thanks for linking to PJ.
ReplyDeleteI thought I commented but perhaps it did not get through somehow. I like how you took on the Arab Spring situation here. Maybe it is power itself that is god. All things are possible. Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeletethought provoking and well said.......
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