Biafra Poems - Poems about Biafra

A child is born in the heart of Biafra in the midst of a war-torn, hungry, and poor world. A difficult existence and a heartless fate even just getting through the gruel every day is a struggle. Their frail, little frame without anything to eat and nowhere to sleep. Once brilliant eyes that are now dull and depressing. They cry as they...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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We all saw the lousy fearful storm, Up the sky of our newborn town, Everyone thought it’s a summer’s dawn, Where there couldn’t be heavy rain nor storm; We closed our ears to the weeping sky, Even when the cloud was right in our eyes, The suffering sky kept yelling in pain, But all its calls were left in vain; The cloud was...

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For all biafrians everywhere The wind of change is blowing It carries a lot forces But after it storm Still we will stand tall That is a destiny Not a decision...

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How long shall I be in babylon and sing a song of hope and weariness? Whence my heart perishes in servitude, I have been debased to infra dig in a vast land we call our own. They seek my basket, They seek my soul. I seek my future, The restoration of my being! Biafra the rising sun, Unshaken as the waters Return in the...

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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...

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The indigenous people of biafra Every poeple has a right of an identification Every poeple has a right to live among themselves by themselves If they so wish to isolates from an old identity Hi friends have you ever had of biafra A new nation is about to be born in africa So to all biafrans...

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My Biafra! Our Biafra! Your sun shall rise again Not in half of its yellow But as full as the moon. Our sons and daughters Shall sing a song and see Vision not black vision but White vision of unity. We shall write poetry and Dream dreams like Joseph, Days of loom shall not come, Wisdom shall we live with! My Biafra! Our biafra! The cock shall crow...

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In your blood we are birth, In you we shall die like sons, When the wind shall call of A global village; you'll stand. Of a truth your erotic voice is The envy of many nations. Before the night cut's heal and The day's tears squeaks wellness, Our broad smile shall remain here When the sunful eyes of nature jiggles somewhere of joyful birth, Thousands...

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The land of the rising sun, laughter beckon us as we wave perfectly to you. I've made my ancestors proud writing about you, my muse is delighful in glorious light, my ancestral home. I have told my friends how rich and powerful you are, where in you dwells a great ecstasy of love, wisdom, and powerful beyond compare. With divers...

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HOW I WISHED BIAFRA WAS HERE How I wished she was here There won't be spilling of blood All over the street of her mother Looters won't be seen around Bad leaders will be totally exiled Only those with the spirit of the Umunna Shall accomodate the rising sun Cracking walls will be repaired Without exploiting the righteous masses Our currency could have...

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