On the First On the Vest

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