BIAFRA

Biafra o' Biafra
Land of the rising sun
My grandfather told
Me about you
He told me about
The iron birds laying
Fire and brimstones
On civilian homes
On the way to farm
At the market square
On your way to
The stream.

Biafra o' my beautiful
Land of Biafra
I remember you always
I will not forget
The kwashiorkor
Children moving around
With protruded stomachs

Biafra
Land of great warriors
Dry your tiers
Hope is on the way...