HISTORICAL INAUGURATION HISTORICAL SOLIDARITY HISTORICAL MASSACRE
By Paul Emerenini
For Family Writers
What a day!
In that hour!
Of that moment.
What a broad day massacres
What a broad day sorrow
What a broad day mourning
Men and women full of life
Able and formidable
Healthier amidst of scarcity
Without skin pain and sickness
Father and husband of someone
Mother and wife to someone
A child of somebody
The only child of the family
What an hour of horror
Sudden change of joy into sorrow
Sudden disappearance of happiness
Moment of antagonizing steps
Solidarity songs turned to weeping
Crying everywhere
I saw the blood watering the ground
The blood of Trump's supporters
Innocent blood of Biafrans.
The bullets still raining
Shooting at close range
Amidst 2million supporters
Armless and peaceful souls.
Upon the massacre
reality of what has happened
Are twisted by the Nigerian news agencies.
Concocting of lies emerged
Quickly foreign media news agencies began to carry it.
Without due investigation
Fabricated lies levied against IPOB
What a shame!
Lying against the living gets equal proportion from opponent
Lying against the dead makes the dead unhappy.
Yet the living remained resolute
Continued to match
In solidarity with Trump
Fearless and courageously
Oh!
My mother land
Why hardens to our prayers?
When will you stop drinking the blood of your inhabitants?
Oh!
My mother land
You have swallowed many
Those who ought to be alive
Those who have mission to accomplish
Those who cherished you.
Oh!
My mother land
Why harboring your enemies
Why allowing invaders in
Why are you besieged?
Why the desecration.
Oh!
My mother land
Shall your children abandon you for the infidels?
Uncircumcised
Uncultured?
Oh!
My mother land
Where shall we go from here?
Whose nation shall we cherish as we cherished you?
Whose nation has the symbol of the rising sun in it?
Whose nation shall we be proud to posses?
Oh!
My mother land
We are doomed if we abandon you
We are perished if we denial you
We are forgotten if we fail to proclaim you.
Oh!
My mother land
Vomit the spirit of those you have swallowed
Command them to avenge their dead
Turn violence unto them that killed you children.
Be rebellious to them that forced you to drink the blood of your children.
Oh!
My mother land
Grant the living fortitude
To bear the death of loved ones
Give the living strength of old
To challenge and conquer the jihadists.
Sharpen the edge of our sword
And provide us with Axes and swords to chase away the ungodly and unholy ones
from your sanctified land.
Give us victory and peace.
Iseee.
#FreeNnamdiKanu
#FreeMosesAgbo
#StopBiafraKillings.
By Paul Emerenini
For Family Writers
What a day!
In that hour!
Of that moment.
What a broad day massacres
What a broad day sorrow
What a broad day mourning
Men and women full of life
Able and formidable
Healthier amidst of scarcity
Without skin pain and sickness
Father and husband of someone
Mother and wife to someone
A child of somebody
The only child of the family
What an hour of horror
Sudden change of joy into sorrow
Sudden disappearance of happiness
Moment of antagonizing steps
Solidarity songs turned to weeping
Crying everywhere
I saw the blood watering the ground
The blood of Trump's supporters
Innocent blood of Biafrans.
The bullets still raining
Shooting at close range
Amidst 2million supporters
Armless and peaceful souls.
Upon the massacre
reality of what has happened
Are twisted by the Nigerian news agencies.
Concocting of lies emerged
Quickly foreign media news agencies began to carry it.
Without due investigation
Fabricated lies levied against IPOB
What a shame!
Lying against the living gets equal proportion from opponent
Lying against the dead makes the dead unhappy.
Yet the living remained resolute
Continued to match
In solidarity with Trump
Fearless and courageously
Oh!
My mother land
Why hardens to our prayers?
When will you stop drinking the blood of your inhabitants?
Oh!
My mother land
You have swallowed many
Those who ought to be alive
Those who have mission to accomplish
Those who cherished you.
Oh!
My mother land
Why harboring your enemies
Why allowing invaders in
Why are you besieged?
Why the desecration.
Oh!
My mother land
Shall your children abandon you for the infidels?
Uncircumcised
Uncultured?
Oh!
My mother land
Where shall we go from here?
Whose nation shall we cherish as we cherished you?
Whose nation has the symbol of the rising sun in it?
Whose nation shall we be proud to posses?
Oh!
My mother land
We are doomed if we abandon you
We are perished if we denial you
We are forgotten if we fail to proclaim you.
Oh!
My mother land
Vomit the spirit of those you have swallowed
Command them to avenge their dead
Turn violence unto them that killed you children.
Be rebellious to them that forced you to drink the blood of your children.
Oh!
My mother land
Grant the living fortitude
To bear the death of loved ones
Give the living strength of old
To challenge and conquer the jihadists.
Sharpen the edge of our sword
And provide us with Axes and swords to chase away the ungodly and unholy ones
from your sanctified land.
Give us victory and peace.
Iseee.
#FreeNnamdiKanu
#FreeMosesAgbo
#StopBiafraKillings.
20/01/2019
ReplyDeleteHav been d most saddest day ever in my live. REST IN PEACE MY FELLOW BIAFRAINS AND IPOBS WHOM LOST THERE LIVE'S IN A PEACEFUL SOLIDARITY RALLY FOR A LOVER OF FREEDOM (TRUMP PRESIDENT OF AMERICA USA). I WILL FOR EVER MISS YOU BROTHERS AND I CANT FORGET THESE DAY..... THE ZOO MUST FALL COS THEY CANT JUST WASTE SUCH AN INNOCENT LIVES AND GO FREE.