For Biafra (Abstract Tale 2) Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

My Biafra! Our Biafra!
Your sun shall rise again
Not in half of its yellow
But as full as the moon.
Our sons and daughters
Shall sing a song and see
Vision not black vision but
White vision of unity.
We shall write poetry and
Dream dreams like Joseph,
Days of loom shall not come,
Wisdom shall we live with!
My Biafra! Our biafra!
The cock shall crow again,
The Lizards shall stand again
This time with their legs...
Eve won't eat another apple,
Adam won't be deceived again...
We shall be far from this gory
Land baptised with tears!
We shall know no corruption,
Peace shall greet every lips,
Success shall be our tale to tell,
My Biafra! Our Biafra!
Biafra oh Biafra of our dreams!
We are fighting towards your
freedom before the night rain.
A dream in the eyes remains
Visible to the beholder until it
Comes to filfulment at hand.


(c) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016