Biafra

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Freedom is freezing

I had a vision last night
And in
this vision,
i saw true freedom
distant 
on the
sand
of time's
account

The painful
reality of a forgotten
History,betrays history
everytime it chokes on
the bulging throat
of life's vanity.

Why ?

Why so much pain
In the hands of 
a Nation
that should
Have protected
Us..
Yet,
They tried to
exterminate us
on banquets
of death
and blood
stained shirts
where lives expired
In ballads of griefed crochets
as bones ripped off flesh.

My emotions sits clenched
and my heart flies
Into
Pictures of shambles
Nailed On the
the mixture/preamble
Of freedom
that ditches freedom
for many decades.

Nobody speaks up for him,
Nobody negates
the unjust treatment
handed to him for speaking up.
when it's a matter
worth taking up.

The war's cleavages
Uprises In my mind
like streams of mirages
everytime i dive
Into the streams
of an abolished history.

Like a canoe,
I paddle
on the rivers
of a yesterday
that whiplashes
a nation's destroy
without
guilt or remorse
as
I walk down
the corridors
of history's blind coy.

A mistake is
No longer
a mistake
if it sits
corrected.

What is citizenship?
where's the brotherhood
when you keep hatred
in the neighborhoods
of your minds ?

My imagination
runs free again
As my mind tills
the soil of Time's unfruitfulnesss
Like
death brags of
So much fruitfulness

My notion
Is to sweeps words of revolution
Into yours minds with the broom
of history that sits on my heart with so misery.

Save our Mother land
My people
For
It's been
Many decades
Down the
Swift
arcade of time
for it's time to give
Our fellow Nigerians
the right to decide
Secession or
Detention.

What sin did
Our father commit ?
A fight for their right and liberty?
My fellow Nigerians,
allow your minds
contemplate the realities of true
freedom and
the horrors of a modern day Democracy that washes us colorless

My poetic
Paintbrushes
Lushes over the
Canvases of today.
that freedom
Would become fundamental like Yesterday
Where
our ancestors
Were United
in love
and in trade
until the land's sovereignty
was
breached
across
the bridges
of amalgamation
Wherewith
They dug ridges
In matters worth ditching.

A writer
writes for the validation of truth,
to speaks up
When there's
a psychological gamble and hiccup,
mercedes benzing through time
In tiks and tok
of an historical discord

ND so...
I've decided to
Render my literacy
to the compositions
of  my hearts honesty

To grimace your minds
in the embrace
of truth
Written
In all simplicity
No hell,
No hate..
One community
United and divided
In love
That's not
Polluted
In rot that is
Fundamentally wrong
and abrupt

I say,
Freedom for one
Is freedom for all
and if
anything I say
after this day
cannot
be
backed up
on consult

Or
Cracked up
With results...
Then,
Freedom becomes an illusion.

I heard my Igbo brother
Say..

"Igbo kwenu"

after
the
council
Of elders

gather round tables
to decide
the fate
of it's people and also the memory
of it's forgotten heroes
as they sit,
Captured
In the
Dark
Lining
Of parody
Rolling on my mind
Like wheelbarrow.

Paradoxical
Mirages of Historical
Divergences exhales
On my pores
like farms
Of birds
Reverting round
the sky on
a cataclysmic confuse

The mind is powerful..
Yes,
the mind is a metaphysical clivature of fatalistic tendencies and curvatures
In the villages
Of forever deprived hearts
as
History
Rot and mounts
On the nostrils
of history's bigot

                             Oracles writes.