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.
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