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.
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This is a fierce poem of hope. Despite apparent failure you keep your eyes focused on the dream of freedom. There is a Free Biafra in your heart and I'm sure in the hearts of others like you. Now is the time to mend the wounded and help those in dire need, but your poem shows your spitit is strong and freedom is still a shining goal in your people's future.