Bunkers And Graves Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

We have lived a wasted life;
Shall our heirs do the same
Or have it even worse?
Shall our precious heritage
Thrive in careless exile
While bloodthirsty nomads
Pollute our sacred soil
And discharge its cleansing properties?
I wonder!

Ikemba Nnewi stood for Biafra
And postponed genocide with valour
Heirs of the gallant Biafran infantry
Have now cowed and reduced
To paper tigers bruising their knees;
Praying pages and epistles
That trigger hate and butchery;
They witlessly keep their heads
To be beheaded in the altars
Of beautiful Cathedrals for heaven's sake.
Yet, they so love money and life!
I wonder!

Should our heirs end this heritage?
We would have failed unforgivably
‘cos our fathers stood firm in defense
Of our future and more decent living;
But we have lived to their shame
With dynamic threats of vagrants
To blot out all traces of our legacy.
Who did this to us, I dare ask?
I wonder!

Shall bunkers that saved our fathers
From drifters decorated with arsenals
And British hatred for our intelligence
Revert to serve as graves for their heirs?
That strange human species of the wild
Plant colonies in sacred farmer's lands
To shun historic kings for the creeping
Masters that wrap up their entire filth.
I really really wonder!