Biafra Poem by Ejiofor Alisigwe

BIAFRA my FATHERLAND, to God be the Glory
Your command rejuvenates my heart my blood
To rise a resurgent hope to reach the sky
And see tomorrow before today is done
To a BIAFRA Kingdom before European scrum
In a rugby derby and scrambles galore

The Balls are virile scrotums clanging Okebulani
Neutered and shackled and racks to date
The gale storm left clasps of tempests to jolt a miffed sea
A raging rapacious panning of silver lining and black gold
Before the Delta was clogged with soot and tar
And threw up flames of hell to dare God and sword
A gushing virgin; a Bight of Benin and BIAFRA star
Now they cleaned the old slate and scribble Nigeria lies

I love you so Odum na-egbu Agu nke Ndi BIAFRA
My hands are free again to point and dare
No shackled tarsus, no neck racks and Bostals
From yore is my allegiance Nna anyi Eze Ojukwu
No need for Yiddish on Arafa to seek blessings of Gods
Our quests for Biafra is loudest of all in candour
To welcome our Half of A Yellow Sun to bear
With Healing in its Wings in leaps and bounds
At Oji River on Wounded Knee for the dignity of Man

Eze Mmuo shall swing Okeokpa Okuko full grown
All white with red head four times to Chukwu
Round our heads for our sins and humane salvation
As would the Pope dressed all white, a red cap and rosary
N'Afa Nna na Nne na Nwa na Chi kere Anyi, Isee!
He drew four lines of nzu on BIAFRALAND crossed with ofo
Nkwo, Eke, Orie, Afo to acknowledge the hand of time
As specified in the Calendar of Igbo market days
And threw his cowries to interpret Ahiara Declaration
A revolutionary Constitution in defence of our Fatherland

We shall dance no more to kwapu-kwapu unu dum
A staccato of rythms spread like confetti from enemy guns
We danced from Nsukka to Bayelsa, Igweocha and Ikot-Ekpene
Including Calabar, Awusa abata Awka and Asaba massacres
Onye ndiiro gbara gburugburu na-eche ndu ya mgbe niile
Umu Biafra, my Biafra duly come to stay
The Land of Justice, Hope and Glory
Coal City lights flash Nollywood on Udi Hills
And a pleasure boat trip across Oguta Lake Resort

We flare the gas at Egbema, but temper and flay
Due proof of genius in Azummiri Petrochemical Plant
A reactive heart pumping a masculine Biafra blood
And tarry the flames of War for three bloody years and tears
Sustained by our bellowing National Flag on BIAFRALAND
A rainbow of colours Red/Black/Green and Half Of A Yellow Sun
God bless BIAFRALAND my BIAFRA, my love, my FATHERLAND