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Tuesday 5 December 2017


December 5, 2017

By: Eluwa Chidiebere || For Biafra Writers

Widely, wildly, my mouth lay abashed crying
My people have been abused
One and all
They have died penniless
They have suffered humiliation
In the hands of the callous well-offs

The blood sucker
The son of Dan Fodio
Whose teeth face Northward
Your crime is beyond pardon
Let me be part of your funeral
To give a testimony of your deeds

Saints and scholars
Whose collar and pen face Westward
The British Brutish bravado
Associates of the son of Dan Fodio
Milking our treasure
Freezing our future
Wait, the axe of Abiama will go up soon

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In a life of slavery
I cannot sing aloud
I cannot laugh aloud
My mouth infected by dirges
As I watch the pillaging of my own
I can take it no longer

Lackadaisically, our tears fall
I have collected a million tears
They have yielded no dividend
No one seems to care
All have gone to sleep
While we lay awake

To the Prince of East
The son of the Sun
Confronted with the dead bodies of his own
To cow him into submission
Remember, you are 400 years old
The son of Dan Fodio is just 74 years old
Do not succumb to dictatorship

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The British brutish Dan Fodio’s military
See them coming with their canons
To hijack the people’s flight to freedom
Their python winding its body around a distressed land
Who will not laugh at my pitiful look at the tragic grounds?
Where the pillaging of my own took place

When the Sun descends
Like demons belched from the underworld
When the Sun beats the python
Death will favour
Like the wind is fleeting
Its shadow shall eclipse the venom of the python

When Allah has lost the ship of reasoning
When Allah fights Yahweh
Something has gone gravely wrong
The dearth of pantheons occupy the AWOL list
Life becomes not the accurate marker of existence
Life appears to have the most solid case

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To the pigs,
The owls of night, those that stay late drunk
That jump at the sight of coins
That act like beasts born of the heart
States, their comfort zones
Wait, the Prince with the book of judgement is coming

Our enemies should be afraid of us when we cry
When our tears fall
It shall dig a pit hole for their mass grave
Then, we weep no more
Like lion, we charge with anger
We can take it no longer

The Biafra Times
Publisher: Chijindu Benjamin Ukah
Contact us: [email protected]

1 comment

  1. Its quite unfortunate Biafrans and found in this situation


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