By Victoria. O. C. Agangan | For Biafra Writers
(Poetry )
August 28, 2018
The Biafra I Foresee
She does not need to be
Forecasted on tiptoe,
She is here with us.
This ship, on innocent blood, has flown
On high waves and stormy weather she rides,
With cries of the slain, groans of the massacred
And grimly she rides on saboteurs route.
Yet, on high she sails;
Perching her anchors in Biafra soil
And none can withstand her fury
For she will pierce her foes into oblivion.
This Biafra that I foresee is full of
Richness, glamour, and grace
She has come to stay and sway,
Flowing with medical milk and honey,
Healing with tender touches on the wounded, maimed and hurt.
There is no deceit in her but her transparency transcends for all ages.
Her justice is real and true.
Join me welcome our Biafra because she is loaded with fruitful multiplication of technological prowess, industrial progress and resources unmatched.
She is ladened with love for the needy. Opportunities abound in her.
My Biafra does not need to be
Forecasted on tiptoe, she is here now.
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