THE VENGEANCE OF THE VANQUISHED - By ROBERT NWOKORO


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(A POEM IN HONOUR OF CHRISTOPHER IFEKANDU OKIGBO AND BIAFRA BY ROBERT NWOKORO)

Smokes descend from Heaven's passage,
And cluster on Awgu hills like harmattan dews.
The celestial Heralds: speak the tongue of our clan.
Swing not in silence like tattered kite,
Or depart like shrewd Hermes.
No grace to break your silence?
Then bid farewell to our hills and follow the chariot of the wind.
For where lightening is seen but unheard,
There goes thunder to be heard unseen.

The air opens without Mercury or Mars
Earth did face Anyanwu in full eclipse.
My eyes flashed into the raven darkness,
White rams clogged their horns there,
Over the tormented Spirit of Biafra.


The rams collide their horns in anger from the palace of Kamanu,
And stiring the deafness of the World.
The message has arrived home: "Okigbo died for human freedom"
Yet, those saved clutched in chains like slaves.
Put into the tongue of our clan:
"No one conceals the smoke when the hut starts burning"
The World will hear it!
He who steals the King's drum will have no place to beat it,
The World will hear it!

Fake rain had descended from the savourers,
To wipe the footprints of the night murderers,
And erase the history of the murdered Saints.
But it was sauce trying to drown the water maid.
Just like candle melts trying to drown fire.
The rams are coming and a shot for Okigbo!
Same little rain that caught the villagers unaware like a thief,
Drowned Okigbo at Nsukka plains.
That little rain is now a heavy rain,
Going after the rain makers to sweep their corridors.


The little rain is now a river.
The little snake is now a python,
Conjured out of magic staff of Moses,
To swallow the members of Pharaoh.
The plagues and brimstone are now cast
Upon the House of Leech and Shrew,
To end the agony of Mother Idoto,
Whose son has gone from the shores of Biafra.

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