Udo III

By David Nnanna Ikpo

Am I to continue in this lie that tortures my heart and blurs my sight? Am I to continue in this parade of falsehood And be given a crown The same that enslaves me The world beneath my feet demands a king. The same I so badly want to be

The earth hears my silence In which Ive shed my tears and prayers. The dust is flooded with my tear drops How else do I bleed when my heart is dry The earth curses me With sulphur and plague My world enslaving my mind

The winds of mortality has struck my soul As my hunger strifes the more My flesh dying My heart gone terribly sore There seems to be no hope No cure but fear But guilt, but anguish.

To judge my soul even when you arent Jah To call me wrong Crucifying me from distances afar Because you know Im weak You know Im dying You know Im not true Despite my trust undying

But then, A king has been crowned And he must live it Even when he isnt more of a slave than me The world unaware My love undying May God bless mon cher Udo III.