There was a country
Whether idea or real,
I know not, God knows
Claims say it was sovereign
‘There was a country'
So they say
To ransom, another it held
And yet was never born
Miscarried? Some think it was
And therefore gone
Incubated, I feel it is
As draws close, its birthday
How wary, Uncle Sam is
Of a foetus yet unborn
Could his allies do more
As ‘a nip in the bud' will do
Marginalized even in the womb
Now raring to go
Having starved of daylight
Not for more can it wait
There was a country
Like it or not, it was
Hate it or not, it is
Want it or not, it'll be
Bring it on, ‘Ndi Igbo'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant piece on Biafra set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing brother.