written by Emeka Chiakwelu
While the doom lingering, counting, purging
Numbers of the desolate surging
Yesterday it was Umuoji sector
Today it was at Ogidi sector and many others
Misery was limitless, countless, overflowing
Carnage was deploring, deplorable
Mothers were killed
Sons were massacred
Fathers were hijacked, lynched
While daughters were desecrated, wailing with sorrow
The war remnant running, scatter
Son beholding mother
Mother beholding son
Father standing strong
Then a shadow of sorrow was closed
But you were offered twenty pounds?
Despite the wanton destruction
Of nature, lives, properties
The displacement, the starvations
Which book of history can document such wickedness?
Then the miracle starts….
A seed buried in sorrow
Sowed in hardship with tired hands
Seed buried in the soil of turmoil
Sprang up a miracle of overflowing
The fruits blossom, germinating
Here comes the sun rising from east
A miracle was birthed
Flowing like photons of sun
Blossoming like rose of morning sun
A bountiful basket overflowing
Yes! Basket of abundance fruits, joy
Dwelling in everlasting prosperity
Thank God we are free, humanity prevails!
Poem dedicated to Biafra war survivors that transformed their lives with twenty pounds.
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