And the realm fled
When the fouled air rent odium
Hunted by the ghost of mortal asininity
For four days the gates of Tikrit were sealed
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Even the grasses would fight
but the last man had stronger veins.
No power in black Africa can subdue Biafra
But starvation did!
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Glue thy kiss to mother earth
That thy whole being may bow fully
To the noose of violence;
That hungry state maggots
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And on Dele’s laps it exploded
Where angels sat, rested and played.
He fell, his legs dangled
Trailed only by his own blood.
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Oh humanity, that you should behave thus
At this of all our difficult times.
As we bleed in battle to maintain our rights
We’re buried alive in our defenseless homes
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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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From the street mourner’s dossier
I slipped through; trotting, hopping
but steadily cruising home;
till I came by a bewildered lonely girl,
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I hail from a little cosy village
Sitting statutely on a little plain
North East of the River Niger.
Umuoji, I hail thee
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Love is seeing angels dancing in your eyes
as your voice rings the jingle bells.
It is like seeing a butterfly
perch softly on your keen lips
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