Poetic Justice: Because no one cares

| Published Wednesday, 29 August 2018 | 13:4GMT

 Poetic Justice: Because no one cares

by  Okoroafor Onyekachi

Biafrans children

Thousands moon past

Have been enslaved, my blood testified 

All hope to make a better living with them

By convincing me that I belong to their holy family

My heart filled with countless agony

Seeing myself parading with that purified color 

That led my father and twin brother to early home

I bleed in tears because no one cares 

Yes have seen my father's courage and weakness 

Have seen his signs and strength  smiling at me

Like a higher bird in captive 

I sang in tears because no one cares 

Going to the street seeking for one's favor

They denied my pleadings 

My mum went with a leg that had been cut off 

With no arms only with her begging plate 

And couldn't return

Am silent in words, pure in heart

Not when my mum is yet to return home

Who will make my sawdust a better meal

I dare not keep quiet any more

Have dragged me to your stream 

Have also forced me to drink

Waiting for a better journey

And it begins here and now

This is a price I must pay

If I must pull off this holy slave cloth  

Put on my blue array- giving cloth

Because they have invited me to this live war

There will be no retreat and no surrender

If I must put on my victory cloth. 

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