Friday 07 April 2018
Biafra:Voice of freedom-A Poem
The voice,
Filtered in the air,
Like sweet melody song,
Singing in various tones!
Freedom, freedom,
Freedom for those killed!
Freedom for those living!
Freedom is due!
Freedom appeases souls!
Of the oppressed
Of the depressed!
In prison for age long
For no crime but freedom!
The melodic message
Sounded like the story
Of a massacred nation!
A nation of proud warriors!
The ancestral home
Which my fathers, men of valor!
Stood and sang for, day and night!
The land, for which my fathers
Fought and died for
Under sun and rain!
Hunger and pain!
A fight of ages
And of many sorrows
A tearful gift
Offered to a nation
Blockaded, air, land and sea!
Ignored to kiss death
Ow! what a World!
The voice,
Melodiously chorused!
Rise up, rise up!
Wise men of the East!
Men of great valor!
Defend your land!
Great land of the risen sun!
Speak to the world!
In craft and wisdom!
The story of the past
In west African soil
At the trigger of the Gun!
Where the sun rises!
Marked the exact spot
Millions of men slaughtered!
As in flocks of sheep,
Taken to abbatoir in merriment
But No! not merriment!
But To appease white gods
The evil Britannica!
The evil Babylonia!
Thirst for black blood
The blood of great Africans
Preferred for a sheep!
The blood, not born a slave
But becometh a slave,
In their father land!
A prey, in the muggers’ hand
For singing a song of freedom
In their land, the father land!
Listen, listen!
The voice cried out!
Do not fade like flowers
In defense of fatherland
Whose beautiful blood
Flows in your veins
The blood of integrity
The blood that values
Human life and dignity
Filled with integrity
The blood filled with
Intellect and creativity
The craft hand of mother Africa!
Oh…yes, I saw wisdom,
To cherish the land
I saw hope,
To long for the land
I saw safety,
To leave in the land
Far from daggers
And blood suckers
Lies and impunity
Humanity and impunity!
The time of it, is now!
To stand for the truth!
To condemn the evil
To slap the injustice
And wear the rope
The very colourful rope
Made of green and black
Red and yellow
To everywhere in the world
In the street, in bridges
Waving the beautiful colors!
To strive and pray for freedom
Freedom of Biafra
Freedom for the entire black race
Save Biafra, save Africa
Biafra, land of the rising sun
All Hail Biafra.
Written by: Onyebuchi Eucharia
FOR IPOB WRITERS
Biafra:Voice of freedom-A Poem
The voice,
Filtered in the air,
Like sweet melody song,
Singing in various tones!
Freedom, freedom,
Freedom for those killed!
Freedom for those living!
Freedom is due!
Freedom appeases souls!
Of the oppressed
Of the depressed!
In prison for age long
For no crime but freedom!
The melodic message
Sounded like the story
Of a massacred nation!
A nation of proud warriors!
The ancestral home
Which my fathers, men of valor!
Stood and sang for, day and night!
The land, for which my fathers
Fought and died for
Under sun and rain!
Hunger and pain!
A fight of ages
And of many sorrows
A tearful gift
Offered to a nation
Blockaded, air, land and sea!
Ignored to kiss death
Ow! what a World!
The voice,
Melodiously chorused!
Rise up, rise up!
Wise men of the East!
Men of great valor!
Defend your land!
Great land of the risen sun!
Speak to the world!
In craft and wisdom!
The story of the past
In west African soil
At the trigger of the Gun!
Where the sun rises!
Marked the exact spot
Millions of men slaughtered!
As in flocks of sheep,
Taken to abbatoir in merriment
But No! not merriment!
But To appease white gods
The evil Britannica!
The evil Babylonia!
Thirst for black blood
The blood of great Africans
Preferred for a sheep!
The blood, not born a slave
But becometh a slave,
In their father land!
A prey, in the muggers’ hand
For singing a song of freedom
In their land, the father land!
Listen, listen!
The voice cried out!
Do not fade like flowers
In defense of fatherland
Whose beautiful blood
Flows in your veins
The blood of integrity
The blood that values
Human life and dignity
Filled with integrity
The blood filled with
Intellect and creativity
The craft hand of mother Africa!
Oh…yes, I saw wisdom,
To cherish the land
I saw hope,
To long for the land
I saw safety,
To leave in the land
Far from daggers
And blood suckers
Lies and impunity
Humanity and impunity!
The time of it, is now!
To stand for the truth!
To condemn the evil
To slap the injustice
And wear the rope
The very colourful rope
Made of green and black
Red and yellow
To everywhere in the world
In the street, in bridges
Waving the beautiful colors!
To strive and pray for freedom
Freedom of Biafra
Freedom for the entire black race
Save Biafra, save Africa
Biafra, land of the rising sun
All Hail Biafra.
Written by: Onyebuchi Eucharia
FOR IPOB WRITERS
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