In The Crimson Sunset

BIAFRA: (in the crimson sunset glow)


Do you ever listen, furtively?
To the blood curling secretive moans,
Of the wailing wind,
In the loneliest nights when,
Only she knows,
Only skull and bones,
Will listen to the tales secretively,
Told by the Unresting Dead,
Who gave their lives for a country,
That defiantly,
Cares,
Not to know,
And definitely,
Has,
Nought to show,
For their sacrifices,
But intensifyingly,
Unbridled avarices,
Vices;
Voices drowning in gluttony,
And the consuming strident voices,
Of insatiable hegemony.
Oh, how the mighty hegemony,
Consumes the cowardly.

Look, up their in the Crimson Sunset Glow,

The blood of our brethren flow.
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