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March 07, 2006
Arise Biafra: A Poem
by CID Oguagha (New York, USA) --- Fulani and Hausa whopper scythe whet in the bloods of our heroes
It is Islamic trophy in all Northern homes
It is priceless among their Yoruba allies
I have sworn we would not forget our slain heroes
Their garments manure the tendrils of our second and final testament
Their bones form the superstructure of Biafra tower
Hapless mother of untold tears and torture
You took delivery of rail-freights of body parts of your progeny
And the Islamic scythe that left nothing standing
Wail no more, cheer up for resolution
We have come to the threshold of our destination
The state we espy will soon rise from falling heroes
CID OGUAGHA
NY
Posted by Administrator at March 7, 2006 08:55 AM
Comments
Very touching poem
Very true in every aspect
History and time will be on our side
But we need to rediscover ourselves
Correct and clear the schisms in our body politic
Determine a leader
Respect him
Tolerate him
Empower him
Follow him.
Posted by: Rev Moses Iloh at March 24, 2006 04:02 PM
