Eagles of our nation,
Pride of our ancestors,
Representation of our unity,
We are genetically united;
Through our discharge certificate,
Only death can tear us apart.
We marched same direction,
Like a bride seeking her groom unite,
We seek knowledge faraway,
We head same direction,
We all left home-away,
Because we sees a glorious hope in view.
A greater service awaits us,
Tribalism is a bitter poison we must destroy.
Our worst enemies is our thought;
With those we love and lost,
Let us unite tribes through service.
We must through sultry sun and twilight night;
Toil the path of peace and never rest,
For rest awaits each man at the grave,
A lasting rest not befitting a corperwee.
Our part is already written,
Some as autumn rustling roots,
Ours is a glittering green grapes in Greece,
Brightly written by Prince Ojoka- Britthen;
We have meet the end of a new beginning.
We end an episode today,
We will start another today.
More humble we shall be;
With humble patience we will wait,
That mankind's service may not be in vain.
Prince Ojoka
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