BIAFRA "The end of a war Is the beginning of another war.."
From forced famine and fighting
Cannibal of naked souls sailed,
Across, to the sea of hope, trending upon thorns and pebbles.
The roaring sea echoes
Chants from the depth of our hearts.
While the land retreats over our fate,
We hide by the sea side, in order not to be late.
Where does a runner go
Whose baton is handled by the merciless ones'?
They that bring home a dance,
But who is to dance it for us?
Should we call on our deceased fathers,
Whose skulls were hung on the roof of our tattered hut?
Or should we place a call to our spirit mothers,
Whose bloods were made as sacrifice for the unborn?
The brave one in battle is no where in sight,
They have faded away in the dimmed light,
Of last night Bight of Biafra fight,
Now let us alone, to suffer the rising plights.
By the sea side
Can we regain our ascribed right?
To be late, could it had better be a great price
If our spirit will not be revived at Niger - area?
The war has ended
But the war still lives with us.
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