Faeo de Lyre

Rookie (16th August 1989 / Isseke - Ihiala)

War And The Igbo Laureate - Poem by Faeo de Lyre

Well advised, fighting
In the side of Biafra; stronger
To live as dies
Nor wont to valour.

Not in his secret, to romp
Home. He took up
Gauntlet in apartment but
The clock lacks time tn tick
His hour.

It matters in his family
And kindred.
The cause in his will to dare
The adventure in personal;
I dare not curse. His hunger
Of yore but hence sought out
Intil braved by a brother;
To bear a name,
To breathe in either.

His blood on him,
Childhood proof and front
Afore him. Yet,
Sweep the way, commanding
A following. Intil my dear
Brother, alas! He is losing
It, yet green in breath intil
Grey. Had Olaudah woken
At it, this virginity
And dependence had not.

Christopher cleared
Intil could not break
It. Chinualumogu took it up
Leonine from flattery but decided
With himself on the way on
And could not call home ___ you are
In it! We have always held
On your faith and acquaints
With your silence for one
Golden; to mould a hand.

A heart I dare not
Hold, but
Your audience is cold. Thus
Charmed your tongue.

Rather alert me if
The front deals in another
Way, O Chris Abani,
Nnorom Azuonye, Michael Echeruo,
Okwui Enweozor, Michael
Mbabuike, Chike Obi,
Okey Ndibe, Ben Okri, Cyprian
Ekwensi, Onwutalobi Anthony-Claret,
Ifeoma Onyefulu and you
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie;
Your records breathe. Oh!
Witnesses above, what
Knows I and more
Of Ifi Amadiume, Chukwuemeka
Ike, Uzodimma Iweala,
Onuora Nzekwu, E. Nolue Emenanjo,
John Muonye, Rems Umeasiegbu,
Ada Udechukwu, Obinna Charles
Okwulume, Nnedi Okorafor and
Ike Oguine? This list is yet still.
Be pleased that I take
Home about these soul brothers ___
In voices well-divulged, and fairly
Note their metaphor.

Troubled am I lately; woken
And well up, that holds
This present question; still long
To be fed of your atmosphere
Of late and await
Our proof.

We follow the pavement and hears
The field. Had we born
Our meeting, then our armour
Shall in choice. But we admit
Any weather in mercury. Yet,
Had you reported home,
We had allowed a budget
Of your lack. Therefore, we make
Forth, yet piteous a footing upon
A road unread. I am after
And my brothers, one by another
As my calendar did give
Ground ___ but one heart-fired
Michael Innocent Udenyi ___ of
One complexion, among the throng
Along, and come be
In a colour biafran, a noise
One, match biafran but
In a form
Of this Republic. There is no stain
In our abstinence; our faith
May not borne
Of our warriors in the field
But we made intil another,
From the bench intil the last
Merchandise ___ our soul,
To advance the art or let
The rest leave place and take
Suggestion, if
Their mind
Is dead. Had they
Let part so; so be
On me
In every way, let my war
Last as I have myself.
Rest you fair that
Have lost fare ___ goodbyed
Our vows and proved
A weeping Laureate.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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