Biafra
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Our leader nested in a cage.
Error evoked from their brain, thinking its time for a new page.
A new page of dominance, as to confiscate the minds of my peoples past.
Nevertheless, we will never be the last.
– Where is the Justice?
My feet matches on oil,
But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss,
Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
