Thundering in Abia

Echoes of ancient drum beats I hear
thundering in this sizzling heart of mine
casualties shall dine with this brood of swine
who lord over Fela's famed beastal farm here

A whiff of smoke the tell tale of a distant fire
curls up from deeds of these illiterate piglets at play
who in heavy boots and crooked balances do lay
a taxing spark on our droughty wicker of desire

A rising beat of solidarity hearts drum
a dance Aba women danced in passionate flare
our dancing rite yet unknown we still declare
shall burn brighter than our old Biafran hum

Casualties shall dine on both sides of the fence
with bloodied sweat we buy the promises of your lies
yet you demand we pay for our hunger that cries
our angry defence shall fuel your blundering offence

These drums are calling up ghosts of ancient hostility
cease your play or become the first born casualty