Since 1914, the error made was bold, Different nations to one name were bound, For what purpose, no one was told, But its problems like bad dreams doth us hound.
In 1960, the white man left the sad union, Carefully installing instruments of manipulation, Watching nervously like a rider would a shifty stallion, Our servile leaders continued our strangulation.
And so, it was not long before an iceberg our ship struck, Our blind leaders could not the fragmented nation hold, For to the things that held us together a blow was doled, And like a clothesline exposed to a storm, the nation ran amuck.
And so with it came a bitter war: 3 years of genocidal unrest, The center could not hold: the white man washed his hand of the evil plot, Alas for the lure of the black gold, the hearts of the white man could not rest, Till with the vandals that had always blinked at his greed, his armies fought.
Oh the scenes were gory: to millions of fellow Africans a pogrom was unleashed, Babies gutted from mother’s wombs; mothers beheaded; young women raped, Young men slaughtered like rams, old men painfully mangled, children starved, Simply because “Justice and Equity; Protection and Freedom” were the chants of the ruled.
Pray tell, why did the world not hearken to the cry of self-determination? Did not some of Mother Africa’s sons hide their faces in shame? As some of her offsprings with the aid of Arabs and Aryans did their brothers maim? Now that the helpless state totters and ALL the people curse, what then is the consolation?
BIAFRA was and still is—boundless, timeless, and irrepressible. Yes, now the prints on the sands of time are clear, The earnest expectation of the diverse nations forcefully amalgamated remains the manifestation of Freedom dear, Till all the formerly ignored matters that trouble the component nations are addressed, and all the people are freed, Nigeria, the economic bread-basket of European powers shall hover unwaveringly over a precarious steep.
(By Anaedo—On 30th May, 2002)
From the dark forest of the Past to the miry shores of the Present, BIAFRA perseveres, standing resolutely, gazing across the river of Time to the blessed banks of the Future!
The Day draweth nigh! And so brethren, comfort one another with these words.
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