Biafra!

Iam hope admist hopelessness
a ray of light pursuing the darkness
Iam courage in the face of defeat
young David's cry at his battle's feat

Iam strength born from crippling weakness
firm confidence rising out of shy meekness
Iam faith rescuing many from their foolishness
the truth that speeds up the feet of the witness

Iam a bleating lamb sacrificed by slaughter
a redemption for those who can't but falter
Iam the wine, bread and ernest prayer
choral song of praise, your gaints slayer

Iam no poem but a long dark dirge
written in innocent blood from ethnic forge
Iam night tears flowing to garden the earth
the wailing apology of love delivered at birth

Iam bold, brave, unloved and feared above all
admist neighbours I stand, among cline I FALL
Iam the silent victor called quietly vanquished
the sword of truth in feeble arms lie languished

Iam the seed of the sacred living ancient stone
Iam black, a Jew, Iam Biafra and am not alone