WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS SONG?

What should I call this song?
This song that I sing with a sunken heart.

What should I call this song?
This song that I sing
Landing as a sting
On appropriate places.

What should I call this song?
This song of sorrow;
Sorrow for my father's land - Africa.

Should I call this song an hymn?
Or a lullaby?
Or I call it spoken words
For words are spoken by me.

What should I call this song?
This song I sing in crisis
With a mind broken to pieces
Caused by the absence of peace.
Fine I'm a god - A god of peace,
Breaking to pieces
Peace from olodumare.
But at present a dilemma am I caught in,
For this piece is now a song,
A song bitter to my mouth.

Thus; Should I call this song an hymn or a lullaby?
Or I call it spoken words
For words are spoken by me.

Should I call it spoken words
For words are spoken by me;
Words about my father's land - Africa.
This land once flowing with milk and honey,
But now this honey tastes stony. Why?
Because corruption lies beside it source
With politicians handling the wheels.
Stop! Wait! Watch!
This vehicle of ours heads towards doom...
For it's driven by thieves; named politicians
With the fuel of corruption.
But here still am I
Singing to the beats of truth.

Therefore, what should this song be called?
An hymn or lullaby?
Or spoken words for words are spoken by me.

This song I sing in tears
For justice here is murdered.
Now, you, I and us are threatened!
Threatened to suffering.
Our wealth is looted,
Our pride is stolen,
This wings if ours our broken!
Broken by my father's sons...
Oops! Should I call them sons?
Or rather, bastards.
For only a bastard steals from his father.

These bastards clothed in agbada
In the name of democracy.
But, is this democracy or supremacy?
For with their powers are we subjected to pains,
The pains of living,
And only the tunes of death we wish to dance to.
But listen brothers cum sisters,
Here am I with my song.
This song you'll call lullaby
But I call spoken words.

This song of truth
This song of freedom.
Let me be free!
Free from the hands of these thieves.

Let's hold hands together
And minds in unity to fight this thieves.
Let's join voices together
Singing this song of mine,
For this song is the path to victory,
The path to peace and glory,
The path to freedom.

Therefore, a joke you shouldn't call this song.
Neither a lullaby nor hymn,
But call this song of mine spoken words,
For words are spoken by me.

I am Emmanuel
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