The Risen Sun Has Come To Stay 2. Poem by Emeka GOC

The risen sun has come to stay 2.

Under the same untrustworthy general,
Who feared to accept his own firstborn son,
Indecision delayed his recognition
For forty-eight years,
Because the boy was Igbo.

He betrayed his long-term partner and child
Just to appease a bloodthirsty regime.
An unstable general, unable to hold
His own true name, accepting to bear a dog- like name; 'Jack.

He has apologized to the Igbo people time and again,
Only to retract his words and apologize once more,
Returning each time with different stories.
The Nigerian army turned upon itself,
Slaying its own Igbo officers.

They built an indelible enmity and fear,
Sowing distrust within the esprit de corps.
These are the marks of the General who broke the Aburi compact,
Who could not calculate the cost of a reneged word.
Mr. General Vacuum, a hollow symbolic focus.

Therefore, on Aburi we stand authoritatively.
Historical General, before you go, publish the Aburi Accord.
A direct question: are you not suffocated by blood?
Does the blood of the innocent not haunt your dreams?

Metaphorically speaking, where is your conscience?
Is it numbed, or lost in a comatose state?
A blind general, leading a dark army.
The risen sun was deemed a threat because it brought light,
And that light exposed the sea of blood from the slain.

The Risen Sun stays for eternity,
Fully risen from the latter half of the yellow sun
A powerful image of the sun in full glory.
The Rising Sun has outlasted the devilish, dark force,

Casting light against the dustbin of history,
Challenging us with a poetic and dramatic focus.
A leader without justice is a leader without honour.
This full sun highlights the triumph of time and justice.

Watch the colossal collapse of historical lies,
As modern ruins yield confessions from former rulers.
The exposure of the double-minded leader:
The irony of brute force falling into a terrorist-mixed army.

Truly, time is the ultimate physician.
The Risen Sun arrives at the perfect hour;
In the fullness of time, He comes.
Though the unjust union wavers and dissolves into discord,
The sun, the moon, and the stars never falter.
At this fullness of time, freedom has arrived.
The Igbo people are free—made free indeed.
killings to keep Nigeria one?
have it paid off; Are Nigerians one?
Where is the freedom, where is the peace?
where are the dividends of one Nigerians
the crippled giant, decomposing internally?
Where are the fruits to justify all killings? ? ?