Oh Biafra! They were murdered In their numbers No one was bothered All across the borders! What have I done? Who have I wronged? Must I be g...
Oh Biafra!
They were murdered
In their numbers
No one was bothered
All across the borders!
What have I done?
Who have I wronged?
Must I be gone?
For ONE to be maintained?
You shall try
Though I cried
But I have thrived
And have dried
All my tears.
They tried
To wipe me out
They Conspired
North to South,
East to West,
They starved me.
Yet indestructible I am
Tall I stand
My Shoulders I raise high
Eternal I remain.
My dried bones yet live
From East to West
North to South
I shall be gathered
And my SUN shall RISE.
Written by Chukwuemeka Okechukwu
For Family Writers Press International
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