Biafra: 1967 In 2017

I smell a darker age I fear a fiercer rage the conflagration will begin a new page in the history of a country once named. More 'saints' would die birds of bullets would fly and there'll be no barricades to hide, nature will cry! Have you long forgotten the excruciating pains of 1967? Art thou diagnosed with dementia of how our streets were soaked with the placentas of pregnant mothers? How hopeless our children felt when heartbeats of parents couldn't be felt... Art thou forgetful of the bloody taste of water and how emaciated our kids were? Oh that thou would visit thy past Oh that thou would visualise the path that thou thread, Oh that thou disallow an imminent war! My heart bleeds, bleeds the more(sobs)