There was a Country

When I read you Achebe
In there was a country
my heart an infant
not only my eyes rained ocean
but the many pores
For the many innocents
and blood of the guerillas
For the brother-poet, Okigbo
and the pregnant woman
that in the market
bomb mutilated
For the kiss of death
of many children
and physical and mental sufferings

But something amaze me to somewhat
The willingness
and the fearlessness of the guerrillas
Two guerillas depended on a gun
playing their lives
like the game of ludo
they fought for a country
Didn’t they?
what death worth more
than a boastful death.



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