| Published Wednesday, 29 August 2018 | 13:11GMT

Poetic Justice: Death has done no harm
Biafran children starved to death during the civil war

 If we cry gently, silently

What we shall one day have to say,
Death has done much harm
To we mere plant in the divine garden
If we do away with our falling father's will,
If we praise these killers in power,

Fear growing in us like green leaves
Who will hear us without laughter
If we pretend to be called what we are not
Pains burning in our inner heart
So afraid to say our minds

Who shall we blame of, death?
If we hope to hear from them again
With thunderous voices from above
Just as our ears were deaf
Who will hear our pitiful desire without laughter

If we wait for them to teach us their ways?
Not listening to the sea, sky, and air
Where they placed their signs
What we shall one day have to tell
With the black depth of our dirty throats
Death has done much harm

If we fight our fight, die regaining what belongs to us
Leaving all fallacy and fantasy behind
All, shall one day praise the dead
With a heart full of joy shall we say
Death, you've done no harm.

By Okoroafor Onyekachi

Edited & Published by IPOB WRITERS PRESS Contact: ipobwriters@ipob.org Twitter: @ipob_writer



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