For Biafra 3

In your blood we are birth, In you we shall die like sons, When the wind shall call of A global village; you'll stand. Of a truth your erotic voice is The envy of many nations. Before the night cut's heal and The day's tears squeaks wellness, Our broad smile shall remain here When the sunful eyes of nature jiggles somewhere of joyful birth, Thousands of us shall jubilate Between the body of the universe. We'll gather our selves for tomorrow, We'll pile our hearts in unity at the gate Like coins from daily makings of an old farmer whose hoe spill love. We shall arrange our lives into clanks of shrillness before the moon of love, Drowning into one another without finding dirge in silence to echoe behind. As we sit on our old thoughts weak and wretched like an abandoned rags, we shall remain faithful till that dreams come. A destined day of Amadioha shall come; a day when we shall walk amongst the legs of the gods of all the Biafran's humble clans, we shall hang our past on the head of history and the eyes of haters shall not prevail, no! Our lips shall sing yet another song of victory! We could agree on waiting for the sun to set a pace from the eastern zone of Enugu before fixing ourselves into tales that hold us together like the nexus of the sky bodies. Sometimes we might wait until our heart bleed but, we won't give up the quest of our heart. We'll wait until we break into another song of hope with the Nightingales and the whispering of the air soothe us out of the long longing. (c) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016