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"Doom, doom-doom", hear the "ogbunigwe" speaking, At Aburi, the MPs assembled in loud mockery, At Enugu and Arewa, the Lords dined and wined in their 'chateau'; While on river Nwangele, blood freely sail afloat.
We were rendered destitutes when fathers hut was ablazed, While our "aturu na ewu" wandered where their were lions and pastures to be grazed; Sister at gun-point screamed to sumbmission; "Was the child dead?" Odimujo asked in his hot ambition, "Mba", said the Oracle, "She was incubated in agreation".
For those that retreated to a far land for refuge, Or those that were maimed by petals from ambush; For those that chanted "nzogbu-nzogbu" to their tombs, Or those that were led away by night, like shephardless lambs; For those that sucoured under the concealment of grave bunkers, Or those fuelled the ferrocious cruelty of the rebelious anger; And those that enmassed wealth from such grievious woe, We are all victims; Victims of the war.
"Biafra O Biafra! We are victims of your cause, O Biafra my Biafra!"
By Kelechi Onuoha. This poem is dedicated to grand-pa, who lost many properties during the war. Rest in peace.
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