Biafrans: You can't shut a generation forever. By Akuna L.O

With the candle in our hands we lite hope

Kings like slaves

And blood-like red wine

A generation comes and goes,

Both great and mighty caged in ignorance 

We watched our loved one taken like a sheep to slaughter before our very eye 

We were deprived of our rights and like the deepest ocean our tears flow.

In the search for redemption, we drain

We were betrayed and hated each other for what we were made to believe. 

Oh! How inferior and poor our mentality

Like a bell as early heard in the morning 

We are awakening from slumber 

When the question ”Can anything good come out of Nazareth?”

You can't shut a generation forever

A child grows to fight for his right

Yes it may tarry

It's better late than never

We have lost, with the candle in our hands we lite hope

But we are up to possess our possession 

Home of the rising sun 

Florishing with milk and honey.

That which was lost has been found

Alas we bid goodbye 

By Akuna L.O