Wake Up Biafrans

Why did did we allow a mere
whistle of the birds out sound
the war cry of odumegwu ojukwu?

Way did we allow our heart to be
a river? a divided river at that,
why not the vast and mighty heart
of an ocean?

Why did we allow our hunger for
freedom dim as a eye living it
fantasy of sleep?

Oh! oh! my Biafra i see thee through
the rising sun, the sun that will set
towards the east and dim towards the
north.
Wake up Biafrans and reclaim your
rising sun.