They do not believe in Nigeria
Who send their children to school abroad
While the ones at home rot and decay.
In ill-funded dilapidated schools
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Biafra is still on my mind
They have done nothing to erase it.
I still hear everywhere,
Words that betray my serenity;
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A while, a while
O yet another while!
Let this while begin now
to resurrect from graves
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Mothers get so pained seeing their children cry
They guard their loins ready to fight
And die to pamper their old babes.
They starve to give their angels cheer
...
In the now strange woods of warring angels
Nurtured from the cradle of vise-like grips,
The slipping virtues of awe strike delight;
Endangered in mottled sufferings that blight;
...
Rivers on which I shall peacefully sail
To wreck the carnal fangs of blackmail;
The brooded fallows of ebbing trail
That, in times ahead shall avail.
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Tell me fresh green grass where you grow
as fresh and green on yonder barren deserts,
or rain floods disinfect drought irrigated canals.
I woke up one morning listening
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Integrity has insulted and humiliated me
So much that I have only lived
In the paradise of pre-existence
In a world that change
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You have dotted the multihued skies
With your credible finite goodness;
You have destroyed ancestral curses
And earned us wholesome splendid victories
...
I walked down the lonely forest
With a batch of unseen faces
And myriads of voices unknown.
At the outskirts, something obscure
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