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Rise of the Forty Suns 1 by BIAFRA

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Rise of the Forty Suns 1

Afrobeat

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dust rises from the cracked earth, forty fires in the heat of dawn,
hands weathered like the baobab trunk, eyes fixed beyond the border's yawn.
ikemba's heart beats steady in the chest of ancient lands,
drums speak truths we know by memory, calling us to take our stand.
bongo rolls and ichaka shakes the air,
guitar strings hum the stories we wear,
keys press chords that twist and flow,
united steps are the seeds we sow.
forty suns rise—shadows fall behind,
one pulse, one breath, a new map to find.
citizens claim their names in fire and stone,
biafra stands not just in flesh, but in bone.
from streets humming in washington’s cool gray dawn,
to villages where the baobabs crown the lawn,
the state of ikemba is our anchor, our call,
a fortress built not with walls, but with all.
bongo beats carry through the city’s veins,
ichaka whispers through our blood like rains,
guitar voices rise with keyboard’s sigh,
a song of many, beneath one sky.
forty suns rise—shadows fall behind,
one pulse, one breath, a new map to find.
citizens claim their names in fire and stone,
biafra stands not just in flesh, but in bone.
see the id card, it’s more than paper and ink,
it’s the journey long and the stance we link,
oeas watches as the ground shifts slow,
washington to africa, the winds now blow.
calls from the past echo, but we write the page,
in hands joined tight, we stand center stage,
the strength of nations isn’t built in a day,
but in every step forward, we make our way.
forty suns rise—shadows fall behind,
one pulse, one breath, a new map to find.
citizens claim their names in fire and stone,
biafra stands not just in flesh, but in bone.
dust settles on roads we paved with hope’s own hands,
forty suns burn bright, across our lands,
the state of ikemba, in chorus we sing,
together rising, a new dawn to bring.