How I Wished Biafra Was Here

HOW I WISHED BIAFRA WAS HERE How I wished she was here There won't be spilling of blood All over the street of her mother Looters won't be seen around Bad leaders will be totally exiled Only those with the spirit of the Umunna Shall accomodate the rising sun Cracking walls will be repaired Without exploiting the righteous masses Our currency could have been higher Then the pounds and dollars She could have been a paradise island of love The national cake could have been for all She could have harbour all in her bosom How I wished Biafra was here She would have been the beauty of them all Biafra I know was a home of freedom Created perfectly for the perfection of mankind Her kingdoms are made of gold and silver Oh! Biafra, I love in the name of freedom My country home, Nkporo, could have Been a befitting clothes decorated with lights That shines until the perfect day if Biafra was here in her full regalia.