Albino Boy Biafra
Written By Emeka Chiakwelu
What was your name?
Where were your parents?
Why are you so thin and pale?
With torn clothes, half naked and emaciated body
Yes! You were a child of misery and grief
Born in hardship cupped with calamity
Etched in withered body and soul
A child birthed in cankerous wind
Rejected by monstrous rain
starved and malnourished because of an idea
Idea is dangerous
Because an idea never dies
believed in the liberation
Of the freedom of mind and body
Mind is free but body is bound
Body was malnourished
Bones were brittle
Stomach was anguished with strange noises
While the idea was hidden in the mind
I was just a child and I was called a Biafra
I don’t even know what it means
yet I bear the brunt of the idea
My father was killed
My mother is heaped with sorrow of dry tears
We have no food to eat
We have no water to drink
We have no house to reside
So what happened to your food?
The big steel bird dropped fire from the sky
The fire consumed our farms
The fire burnt down our houses
The fire consumed our village
Fathers were burnt alive and mothers buried alive
While children were scattered
Like feathers of a slaughtered hen
Pales took my pictures but refused to feed me
I am the only one alive in my family
I have not eaten for days
I want to eat some food
But they said there was food blockade
What is food blockade?
For they said that starvation is weapon of war
I hate wars
It took my father
It took my mother
It took my sisters
It my brothers
And finally it took my food.
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