THE LAST GENERAL
Like the rainbow
He drained the waters of our tears
Like a giant iroko he gave shade to our fears
Like a colossus he towered above all
Scared of non and cherished by all
Loyal to his fatherland
Revered in the hinterland
He walked under a hail of bullets
In Biafra without regrets
Composed and in command
He emerged a victor ever so grand
With their blood a nation's fate was sealed
A statesman per excellence
Felled with a bullet by a coward
The race is sad, the future bleak
But our spirits can't be broken
Never!
There are generals
And there are generals...
But this is the LAST GENERAL!
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