For Biafra (Abstract Tale 3) Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

In your blood we are birth,
In you we shall die like sons,
When the wind shall call of
A global village; you'll stand.
Of a truth your erotic voice is
The envy of many nations.
Before the night cut's heal and
The day's tears squeaks wellness,
Our broad smile shall remain here
When the sunful eyes of nature
jiggles somewhere of joyful birth,
Thousands of us shall jubilate
Between the body of the universe.
We'll gather our selves for tomorrow,
We'll pile our hearts in unity at the gate
Like coins from daily makings of
an old farmer whose hoe spill love.
We shall arrange our lives into clanks
of shrillness before the moon of love,
Drowning into one another without
finding dirge in silence to echoe behind.
As we sit on our old thoughts weak and
wretched like an abandoned rags, we shall
remain faithful till that dreams come.
A destined day of Amadioha shall come;
a day when we shall walk amongst the legs
of the gods of all the Biafran's humble
clans, we shall hang our past on the head
of history and the eyes of haters shall not
prevail, no!
Our lips shall sing yet another song of victory!
We could agree on waiting for the sun
to set a pace from the eastern zone of Enugu
before fixing ourselves into tales that hold us
together like the nexus of the sky bodies.
Sometimes we might wait until our heart bleed
but, we won't give up the quest of our heart.
We'll wait until we break into another song of
hope with the Nightingales and the whispering
of the air soothe us out of the long longing.


(c) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016