Eche Ononukwe Poems
We always say our land is desecrat’d;
that the whites from the wintry land
came with their heavy machine guns,
firing here and there our aged-civiliz’d land
like Shylock on the flesh of Antonio.
But we’re quick to forget
that we fought ‘em heart and soul
to claim back our enslav’d land,
which they demanded from us –
they won us, we won ‘em lat’r.
After a long period of perpetual chains,
we won our land, thanks to our Chineke God.
Now we rule ourselves yet enslave ourselves,
with our ...
Just For Our Rights
We shall strive for the freedom of man,
and not be prevent’d by our torturers’ heavy hands.
We shall drink from the juice of freedom,
and ask our torturers to free the unfreed.
But see, they take us as unfreed,
and we must be free to free the rights of man!