A Wail 4 Biafra Poem by Olumide Omoyele

A Wail 4 Biafra

Rating: 3.5


Brother, Dear Brother,
Incredible violence.
Reign of fire.
Starvation.
Death.
More deaths.

A century earlier
before the dawn of alien powers.
The fantastic simplicity
Incredible, relative Peacefulness.

But now,
A million prideful souls -

historically ill-equipped
to acquiesce to domination, foreign or domestic
having spent a thousand years in tiny republics -

Wilfully sacrificed at the altar
Slaughtered in homage to Gowon
And, conversely, in the worship of dreams...
One in particular,
the nightmarish creation
of the alien, Lugard

Death
Murder on a mass scale
Testament to Adekunle's military prowess
Destruction with foreign weapons
Starvation - yet more violence
Execution by kwashiorkor
Why, Awo -my brother, Why?
Biafra wails silently, still.

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