A Wail 4 Biafra

Brother, Dear Brother,
Incredible violence.
Reign of fire.
Starvation.
Death.
More deaths.

A century earlier
before the dawn of alien powers.
The fantastic simplicity
Incredible, relative Peacefulness.

But now,
A million prideful souls –

historically ill-equipped
to acquiesce to domination, foreign or domestic
having spent a thousand years in tiny republics –

Wilfully sacrificed at the altar
Slaughtered in homage to Gowon
And, conversely, in the worship of dreams...
One in particular,
the nightmarish creation
of the alien, Lugard

Death
Murder on a mass scale
Testament to Adekunle’s military prowess
Destruction with foreign weapons
Starvation – yet more violence
Execution by kwashiorkor
Why, Awo, my brother, Why?
Biafra wails silently, still.


- Copyright (c) Olumide Omoyele 2009