Too Late To Plead

TOO LATE TO PLEAD ( event to Republic of Biafra) Long time ago, all the way From northern Nigeria, a lorry Load of a thousand headless Corpses arrived at“Obodo Ajana village square”. In that instance, The earth shivered, shrunk, Sobbed, wept and closed her eyes. To see none of the Inhumanity. It was as if rain hid in the Sky,refused to rain.. No! It was as if the sun Romanced the moon. An eclipse? No! Mother Earth weept for her children, Refused Consolation… because they were no more More appalling, heap Of a woman cut in her travail. We felt really bruised. Bruised though we were, The Victims were buried. Its Mission fulfilled, the lorry Got stuck at the village square. No child ever toyed with it. It’s inscription “Heavens Gate” Gradually faded to time and weather, Leaving a scare that neither rain nor Sun could erase. Of its Painting The village Catechist condemned, “Everyman had been judged before Arrival. Too late to plead, Too late to pray And too crooked to say “NIGERIA PRAYS” Somewhere at Aburi, Ghana, Reason failed. Brothers in brute Passion matched to war. The rest was history. AKUDOLU IGNATIUS. akudoluignatius@gmail.com