Posted by Njoku Chukwuemeka on
Amidst
the mangled bodies
A
swarm of flies
Amidst
the ashes
A
light arose
The
fire that had his home stead aglow
With
thunderous voice he spoke
Awe
in the heart of his sworn foes
The
resounding voice of the rising Sun
Odenigbo!
Anu
a na agba egbe o na akpa nri!
He
charged!
He
yelled!
He
fought!
‘The
lion of the tribe of Biafra’
The
man, the seer of tomorrow
Which
tens of seasons after
The
creeks have began to see.
To
his Chi he is gone
Oke
Oji has fallen
What
a sound he made
Yet
the forest remains to mourn.
Rays
will appear
With
these others will spring forth
Where
these birds return to.
Dike
diora mma!
Laa
na udo!
Odum
ebo Biafra!
Dike
ochi agha!
Ka
eme sia o!