TRIBUTE TO THE BLOOD
O blood returning bitterly
From the hostile northern hills
To embrace the blood
In our lymph-drained Niger bank,
Behind the lamenting bridge.
Wait for the blood from
The red high school of the
Wounded eastern elephant's womb.
Match with the tears of widows,
Bereaved mothers and mistresses
On the silver trunk of Niger river,
Merge not with the bewraying Benue
But roll with a peaceful tide,
With a protesting wave
Till you unite with the blood
Of the saints, the pogrom victim
On the plane of the great beyond;
Where the soldiers of the partial holocaust,
Wave our flag as a petitionary censer,
Pour like Atlantic minions in a praying roar.
Let heavens mourn at your chorus
Till God extend His white hands
To save His black children.
O blood! You have travelled yonder
To intercede for your living kins,
Keep not silent like Abel's blood
Till the earth avenge the marked nomads.
Haunt our enemies like
A foetus aborted to a holy abyss,
Join the revered ranks of our ancestors
Win the war from the kindred of spirits.
We remember you, O blood
Of our brave sons and brothers:
The anonymous hero of our freedom.
We will sing your feathered epics
On the balcony of our promised land,
Where we will lay your thirsty bones
With a fresh rite to a peaceful rest
And plant palm trees and Irokos
On your smiling skull.
12-06-16
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