Why did did we allow a mere br whistle of the birds out sound br the war cry of odumegwu ojukwu? br br Way did we allow our heart to be br a river? a divided river at that, br why not the vast and mighty heart br of an ocean? br br Why did we allow our hunger for br freedom dim as a eye living it br fantasy of sleep? br br Oh! oh! my Biafra i see thee through br the rising sun, the sun that will set br towards the east and dim towards the br north. br Wake up Biafrans and reclaim your br rising sun.