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 ...
Pens And Persuasions
Clamping us in iron-rod-wick’d chains;
chains, piercing pieces our flesh and bones;
chains, holding us in the hail hell of bondage,
refusing us our long-lov’d freedom,
which now have to come thro’ pens and persuasion,