Looking at the smile of the moon
Streams of thoughts run through my mind
Shielding my heart away from every tune
Solution is what it finds
Biafra today, herdsmen tomorrow, the nation is in danger
As a hen trepidates when it sees a dagger
Her heartbeat rises in the cloud of this harm
Together with the force of the Boko-Haram
As secession holds its teeth at the nation
About to bite as a dog gladly takes a mutton
We lay in fear of this destruction
What will be left if the flag of this nation is torn?
Let’s come together and hold our breath in prayer
Maybe in the pool of our tears, GOD will hear our heart’s desire
So he can restore our peace and save us from destroyers
Only in that can we lay our heads on the sofa1. item