Waves of melancholy taint the sweetness of the evening breeze Obinna's skills touch hearts, birthing more tears As his flute plays the dreary tune of ode The war is over; our heroes have returned Yet we mourn, the passing of great warriors
Wailing, anguish, woe Wives widowed, and children orphaned Who would calm their stormy souls? Yet t'is the oath that was sworn The price of war, is common knowledge after all
So today, we shall bury our dead And on the morrow, we shall drink wine, and merry The lions linger no more, to roar But their legacy of freedom lives on in our hearts And guard these boundaries for eternity
RIP @ONOS