1967,
the waves of extensive massacre had already begun
that strong woman from the East would not back down
She would stand in opposition to the murder and rape of the motherland
by the Whites;
the Blacks;
cus Oo, had she tasted from both cups
and found them equally bitter
We knew she was right
but what were we to do
when Asika would not stand with her
it was sopposed to be a fight for the minorities
and the Ibo's cud not be trusted still
So we had dropped half of the dynamics
we put our stake in the ground
and sent word to the brigade of soldiers
advancing toward the enemy base
telling them of the secret places where the landmines were buried
oh! hallow boomerang
what have you done this time!
Emene Emene
I tried to warn her before she had stepped on the mines
guess she didn't hear me on time
Our paranoia
Our 'bayxit'
Our betrayal
I layed pensive and afriad for days
hidden within the bushes
I could still see the shreds that remained
off my sister's body
But the troops of soldiers kept coming in
they had called us 'Civil'
but they were the 'War'
# a poem about Biafra and the sopposed Ijaw betrayal in the Nigerian Civil War
©deseyejeny
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