THE SUN OF BLACK NATIONS .......dedicated to Nnamdi Kanu And the archives may now house the name Nigeria For the new ancient nation Biafra Is risen to the fore Tired of hibernating in the cave Trying to evade early grave Scared of herdsmen with detonators Terrified of iron dance of mortars I shed the garment of fears And rend the cloak of tears In which I languish If I perish I perish So let the trumpets sound For we are listening in the grassland Let the poets decant laments For we have endured torments The dissonant air is pregnant Resonant across the African continent Christianity sucking the gall of Islamic brutalities Hostility to non-Islamic communities Palpable in Sudan, Egypt, in Somalia In Kenya, Mali, in Nigeria Cabals tenacious clasp of Guineas political walkway Like Mugabe in Zimbabwe Maximal oppression to the poor The dissonant air is pregnant with decisive war A pre-phase of Armageddon Nnamdi, like the historic Gideon Leading the black Jews, the Biafrans Against the desert wanderers, the vagabonds Against the Mohammedan Emirates of the North Against the chicken-hearted traitors of the West Through a thickened battle-line of combat Unto a divine ordained victory So let the name Nigeria be confined to history For the giant of giants is standing The sun of black nations is rising So let the trumpeter trumpet the trumpet Pealing the glorious song All hail mother Biafra The land of the rising sun
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 03:47:11 +0000
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