HOW I WISHED BIAFRA WAS HERE
How I wished she was here
There won't be spilling of blood
All over the street of her mother
Looters won't be seen around
Bad leaders will be totally exiled
Only those with the spirit of the Umunna
Shall accomodate the rising sun
Cracking walls will be repaired
Without exploiting the righteous masses
Our currency could have been higher
Then the pounds and dollars
She could have been a paradise island of love
The national cake could have been for all
She could have harbour all in her bosom
How I wished Biafra was here
She would have been the beauty of them all
Biafra I know was a home of freedom
Created perfectly for the perfection of mankind
Her kingdoms are made of gold and silver
Oh! Biafra, I love in the name of freedom
My country home, Nkporo, could have
Been a befitting clothes decorated with lights
That shines until the perfect day if
Biafra was here in her full regalia.
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Ever since I was a teenager, I have known about the significance of a place called Biafra that was synonymous with freedom based on its place in history. This poem has reminded me of that history. I love this poem. Biafra I know was a home of freedom Created perfectly for the perfection of mankind