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October 1, 1-
960: a logic game
Seasoned with deceits.

October 1, 1-
960: When our freedom
Swallowed us, captive.

October 1, 1-
960: When the white folks
Left our Land with our freedom.

October 1, 1960:
Mercury of disgrace, Venus of captive. 
How long have we awaited
You to come and lay
With 'Us' In the glowing chamber. 
We fell for you. When dazed
With captive and a-thirst of 'Love'. 
But you arrived with a gourd
And emptied on us fiend.

October 1, 1960, 
Though not your fault, 
But the wailing infant's, 
Who despised the breast milk, 
When her teeth were milk still. 
Regarding her request
She was given a meat, 
Though warned by her mother
Not to agitate for the folly act. 
But she graciously enjambed her
Milk-teeth to the meat and it
Broke her teeth and wouldn't paved
For succeeding germination.

October 1, 1960:
Now her mother mocked 
Her, weeping and gnashing her
Deteriorating blood-stained teeth.

And then i've we longed to
Chew(Be freed) but the lost teeth
Gets us fixated in indecision.

Yet, you can move on. 
If your inhabitants reconcile
With unity. Biafra ignorants, 
Southern jingoists, Eastern Sorcerers, 
Western manipulators:
        When a broom leaves his 
        Stead, any foe may get rid
        Of him. But when he retain
        His dignity among his folk. 
        Harm to him will be no harm.

October 1, 1-
960, Unite your folk
And your teeth will again grow. 
      17:09:28:11:25

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