Poetic Justice: Sorrows Of War In Biafra
Written By Onyebuchi Eucharia
FOR IPOB WRITERS
Date : 17th June,18
The war bell rang loudly
Like an evening horn
Every head went hiding
For the cry of gunshot
To save nose to
Breathe tomorrow
The heads of
Thirty thousand men
Waited not, for more harms
Left body to paint the floor
With red liquid;
Embarked on a Journey
To the east, from north
In a speedy lorry rolled
Side by side
And sang and danced
A dance with the ghost
In ancestral land
The hit of the song
And the red costume
Charged the falling rain
And it turned bloody.
It vexed the sun
And it set quickly;
It frowned the moon
And it hid behind the cloud;
It shocked the breeze
And it ceased at once
The aged received heads
Instead of hug
The children enjoyed tears
Instead of bread;
And the babes enjoyed blood
Instead of milk
The anger of the heart
Never slept nor smiled
That the mouth
Cried for freedom
The lips sparked
And kissed the blade
The hands ran to the gun
For a hug
The feet went for
Jungle match in the field
Fought to stop
The cobweb that wrapped
The race ever since
The identity was stolen
The book of history
Broke into tears to reveal
The mayhem
of wolves In human form
That all came and devoured
The people and drenched
The land with blood
Today,
The blood of the slain,
The skeletal image
Of the starved children,
The voices of the slaughtered
Millions,
Thousands chorused
Sorrowfully in the war pot,
Still, make mournful Music in the heart
Of the people.
Fair, fair and fair,
Could this be a dance of fairness?
Could this be a hug of brothers?
Or extermination of a race?
The mouth is aware
And runs faster than breath
To speak lies and deceit;
The pretty mouth
Behind the mask
Not familiar with the mind
And the memory
To recall an act
Yes an act, still an act
The act, still in the book
The book, still tells stories
Of the past
And the past, still reveals
To the present
And the present still
Protects the future
And the future still needs
To be free from slavery
Of wolves that still
Slaughter and sodden
The land with blood
The coat of slavery
Is torn and worn out.
The land warns,
'Curse no more the people!
And suck not their blood!
Unless to set ablaze
The rotten eggs in the cage,
Now that the lips run
Day and night calling
Freedom! freedom!
Yes, support the freedom
Of the people for
Your name to be
Called tomorrow,
Speak to liberate
the people;
To be
known as a hero,
Walk in line with
The multitude
To shout freedom
And freedom shall
Follow all
In the land of Biafra!
Biafra, the Land of the rising sun
All hail Biafra!!!
Written By Onyebuchi Eucharia
FOR IPOB WRITERS
Date : 17th June,18
ALL HAIL BIAFRA |
The war bell rang loudly
Like an evening horn
Every head went hiding
For the cry of gunshot
To save nose to
Breathe tomorrow
The heads of
Thirty thousand men
Waited not, for more harms
Left body to paint the floor
With red liquid;
Embarked on a Journey
To the east, from north
In a speedy lorry rolled
Side by side
And sang and danced
A dance with the ghost
In ancestral land
The hit of the song
And the red costume
Charged the falling rain
And it turned bloody.
It vexed the sun
And it set quickly;
It frowned the moon
And it hid behind the cloud;
It shocked the breeze
And it ceased at once
The aged received heads
Instead of hug
The children enjoyed tears
Instead of bread;
And the babes enjoyed blood
Instead of milk
The anger of the heart
Never slept nor smiled
That the mouth
Cried for freedom
The lips sparked
And kissed the blade
The hands ran to the gun
For a hug
The feet went for
Jungle match in the field
Fought to stop
The cobweb that wrapped
The race ever since
The identity was stolen
The book of history
Broke into tears to reveal
The mayhem
of wolves In human form
That all came and devoured
The people and drenched
The land with blood
Today,
The blood of the slain,
The skeletal image
Of the starved children,
The voices of the slaughtered
Millions,
Thousands chorused
Sorrowfully in the war pot,
Still, make mournful Music in the heart
Of the people.
Fair, fair and fair,
Could this be a dance of fairness?
Could this be a hug of brothers?
Or extermination of a race?
The mouth is aware
And runs faster than breath
To speak lies and deceit;
The pretty mouth
Behind the mask
Not familiar with the mind
And the memory
To recall an act
Yes an act, still an act
The act, still in the book
The book, still tells stories
Of the past
And the past, still reveals
To the present
And the present still
Protects the future
And the future still needs
To be free from slavery
Of wolves that still
Slaughter and sodden
The land with blood
The coat of slavery
Is torn and worn out.
The land warns,
'Curse no more the people!
And suck not their blood!
Unless to set ablaze
The rotten eggs in the cage,
Now that the lips run
Day and night calling
Freedom! freedom!
Yes, support the freedom
Of the people for
Your name to be
Called tomorrow,
Speak to liberate
the people;
To be
known as a hero,
Walk in line with
The multitude
To shout freedom
And freedom shall
Follow all
In the land of Biafra!
Biafra, the Land of the rising sun
All hail Biafra!!!
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