NIGERIA: KISS OF ANARCHY IN THE LAND

KISS OF ANARCHY IN THE LAND

Anarchy appears
Like a sharp dagger
Proudly pierced flesh
Of a healthy body
And spilled the blood
On the floor

The killer squad
In rugged uniform
Float everywhere
In the land
Like flying bullets
Caged all with its
Sharp teeth
And ready to give hole
To any head
That rise to seek right
To live and let live

Check it, look at it
Everyday is a gift
But of agony and bitterness
Tears now fall like rain
Hearts now sleeps with agony
As a companion

Kpa, kpa
Is the sound of the gun
I wish the world
Can see it
And shed tears for blood spilled
I wish the world can hear it
And speak for freedom
Of the oppressed
I wish the world will see
The wonder of the rising sun

The sun that will
Give the anarchy gift
To loose its strength
And power
The sun that will hug the day
And it will break with no fear
Of aggression
Or blood shed
The sun that the drum
 And the trumpet
I will see and blow loudly
That freedom
Has finally return
To the land of Biafra
Biafra land of the rising sun

All hail Biafra

A poem dedicated to Biafrans killed in cold blood before and after the Nigeria presidential  election of 23rd February, 2019.

Written by: Onyebuchi Eucharia O.
For Family Writers Press