Tragedy is the new normal.
Upon our Igala nation
Upon the furrow of our eyes
Why is the charioteer of Ichekpa Ogene
Still welding its lethal blade of sorrow
Plucking off the stars from the Igala sky.
Where shall I rent tears to mourn you, James Ocholi (SAN)?
Have I not shed enough, mourning Prince Abubakar?
Oh grim reaper, or shall I do my crying in the rain?