You,
The artillery of your anger
Against the wall of their banter
Arsenals of your mind
Playing off their treachery
Squabbles and strife
Blood and hunger
We,
Into the belligerent days
We’re birthed for the future
You drag us
Repeating the war-song of the puddles
Songs and rumbles in the jungle
We, on forward momentum
You are still at war with the other.
We are prepared to move on
We can’t continue your wars
Wars fought on us and against us
We are freeborn; slack us off the grip of your past
We simply want to live our today
The Biafra of your mind is yours to live
We are proudly Igbo, so what’s the heave
Our stand is ours, so what’s the grief
What about the past? We beg to live
In a future where our hands can weave
Their fate; their clime ; their battle
Our faith; our clout; our struggle
In a future they’ve never seen
© Shittu Fowora 2012
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shittu, pls, post this poem evrywhere postable for all eyes to see cos na dem kno d stupid war dem stil dey wan fight; i wonder if d futile fight they fought before is not enough.
How true
Very sad,yet very true…
Tell them o… nice poem, nice message