Bombs of hamlet
A split of a heavy two
Spoils of war
A weep of a country
Wiped out by betrayal,
Self betrayal in field of ego
An eerie call
Soldier-born patriots
Bloodshed on these days
The boy set to roast
Out of a Biafran cry
A call from the Pope
For the plea of a fiasco peace
Robbed of an old nemesis,
The booty of war
A retreat it was called
But it really was a flee
The rising sun has fallen
Flat on its face
The red nile dried up in its vein in vain
The end of a belligerent feud
The nation, an end of a Biafran case
But there was a country
Yes indeed, there was.
