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Wednesday 23 January 2019



Oh... Biafra...!!
Long time ago
I heard the story
I read in the books
And I saw pictorial
Pictures of war
Of survivors reeling
in enlongated grief
Of pains and bloodshed
That provoked tears
To flow down the chicks like waterfalls on the faces of pilgrims of sorrows

Africa...., Africa....
Yes, in West Africa
Where the sun rises
Have you heard the story?
Have you seen the pictures?
The silent tent of
A mournful nation
The starving pose of
A dying infants
The dark graves
Of fallen heroes
Anguishly moaning
In lowly graves

Listen...., listen.......
To that voice
Of the agonizing souls
Hovering in the wind
Justice and freedom
Freedom, freedom
Food for motherland
And only when eaten
Will point no further grief
Of the bloody ship
Callously moved
By the wicked sailor
That dug the burning heat of agony

Biafra.... my.... Biafra
The chosen path
Of our heroes past
I cling to you now and ages
If I hug the past
I salute your vigor
If I kiss the present
I cherish the undying
If I am to render a song
I choose hymns of your beauty
The greenish nature
Of your being
Blossom and so beautiful
The great shield of endowment
The pride of our fathers

Biafra... Oh... Biafra..
Stand, stand firmly Very tall and huge
To this food for
To feed the dead in the grave
To rest peacefully
To save and quench the thirst
Of the souls
That buried their hope in you
Yes, they await eagerly
For that day to come
To enjoy the food
In triumphant voyage
Sailing vigorously with
The flag of adorning colours
Smiling brightly
To the land of the rising sun
Yes, Biafra...., the land of the rising sun!


All Hail Biafra!

Written by Onyebuchi Eucharia O.
For Family Writers Press

1 comment

  1. Very insightful and interesting poem. Keep up the great work. All hail Biafra.


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