For Biafra Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The land of the rising sun,
laughter beckon us as we wave perfectly
to you. I've made my ancestors proud
writing about you, my muse is delighful
in glorious light, my ancestral home.
I have told my friends how rich and powerful
you are, where in you dwells a great ecstasy of
love, wisdom, and powerful beyond compare.
With divers tradition and culture decorated by diverse tongues colourfully designed by nature.
Have you heard of Onitsha, Abiriba and Okija?
What about Njeba, Asaba, Izuogu and Aba?
Those wonderfully made land adorned by
Amadioha whose kingdom last forever.
I salute the great Ohafians in your bosom
The mighty Arochukwu bows in greetings
Mbano send their words to your greatness!
Nkporo okwe is saying you're braver!
My Biafra, my home; my Biafra, my country!
My Biafra, my country; my Biafra, my home!
You walk as we stretched in holiness of you,
We won't allow you float into the windpipe
like your predecessor of old corruption.
They have once chased our joy into death,
Our tears broken and made to fill a cup!
The skin of the sky shall cover you forever,
your dreams shall be our iris and lens to see!
Biafra oh Biafra! We wait on the other side here
until this tribulation shall be over in joy then,
we shall embrace you like a lost child that found
his mother.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016