– Spilling everyday experiences with words –
Posted on January 25, 2020 by Ugo Nkwoala
[A story told by my mother]
This city will again be a beautiful landscape
From war’s wreckage rent and riven
Our son’s massacre, our daughter’s rape
We’ll ne’er forget nor will our will give in.
Their spiteful raids – Haruna’s* mayhem,
The ravages his gang of barbarians wrought
Like Herod did in Bethlehem
Without remorse, without a second thought
This savage reminiscent of the Nazi –
Federal troops shooting at the innocent
In the holy name of PEACE n’ UNITY was haughty –
a verdict of hate n’ resentment yet impotent.
Two scores and a decade this homeland still
chants in glory from the burial pits of the past
we commemorate our dead, we bear their murderers ill will
We’ll ne’er cower – this is the heartland of the East.
*Major General Ibrahim Haruna commanding officer of troops that massacred men, women and children in Asaba, Owerri and Ameke-Item.
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Category: Politics & Social normsTags: Biafra - 50 years After, Frederick Forsyth, Heartland of the East, Major General Ibrahim Haruna, Owerri, Siege of Owerri, war
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