HOW TO DIE IN A PROTEST
It’s a protest…
And must not start across the bridge from Onitsha
Assembling at Aba Road is equally good location.
The crowd must not be violent or mammoth
A peaceful march with banners produces same results.
Move not like a mob, but with metered paces
Gather not in odd, but open spaces.
In a protest…
Your tongue movement is magic
Chants must be soulful and heart- rending
If you’ve got no soul or music
Sing the pro- Biafran genre
Sing songs of aluta and freedom
For a cause that has evaded past decades.
For a protest…
Your skin colour doesn’t matter
As much as wears and facial markings.
Start by not wearing Bubas,
Neither the Danshikis nor Jalabias.
Wear the promises of a rising sun
Inter- mixed with shades of red, black and green.
By a protest…
Our fates hang dangling in the balance.
Death is invited from different angles
In diverse uniforms and live munition.
If the Southern Cross is dimmed by tear-gases
And these military signs are fast approaching,
Fall like martyrs, flow into the soul of other Biafrans.
©Poet Razon-Anny Justin