In The Dead Of The Night! Poem by Heaven Kalu

In the dead of the night
I still hear the whistles of the past
That threatened the existence of our fathers
Before the very eyes of our beloved mothers
And as a child, we're always set aside like logs
Waiting to be tossed into the fire of slavery like thugs

In the dead of the night
I eavesdropped on the outcry of my father
While he stood akimbo under the dews of the night
Looking into the sky for clemency upon his people
Asking questions that cannot be answered at day
But lives through the night to fight another day

In the dead of the night
Toads no longer croak and cricket no longer chirp
The winds had eloped with her household to a safe land
Leaving the trees to suffer the heat of the night
Babies cry even louder than the day of their birth
Because their souls can tell what the future holds

In the dead of the night
A new day arises as new dawns birth
I see an army of vigorous men in this generation
Launched across our bereaved land in this dispensation
Armed with weapons of intelligence that will displace
All the scarecrows the colonial masters had put in place

In the dead of the night
I hear freedom assails our hamlets
Restoring every lost crowns stolen from all ménage
Uniting the captives and the free men like a farmer
Brings all his harvest together in one basket
Charting the course of victory in its simplest simplicity
While the worlds negotiations run under the aegis of Africa!