When the die is cast
The stage becomes set for the cast.
Enemies disperse in disgrace
For the whistle has blown for race.
The mantle awaits the victorious
Who with determination sweated
Through hardships, hazards, setups.
It's now time to take the kingdom!
The trumpets are sounding loudly
Doomsday and waterloo awaits
Any hindrance or poser of war,
For we are not smiling
But out for a kill.
It's NOW or NEVER!
Arise and girt your loins Biafrans!
It's Biafra forever!
The die is already cast.
Victoria. O. C. Agangan
Biafra Writers
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