BIAFRA (SONNETS ON POST-COLONIAL AFRICA'S FIRST GENOCIDE) LXV
“BIAFRA’S learnt of MERLIN the root cause of the deep rancour driving my children’s misfortune; reason why my BIAFRA ever snatches defeat out of certain victory - or if victory, pyrrhic. The blight upon my lands: BIAFRA’S womanhood; the marriage bed; the damned unborn; the failed harvest – BIAFRA’S learnt of enraged earth riding ghost ship IMMAMOU in search of her son sold, a slave. I thank MERLIN enchanter; seek leave to return to my lands.” “And my farewell to BIAFRA and child. Forget not the sorrowing POET-SOLDIER’S lament for UKRAINE’S genocide-by-famine,” cautions the sage. “UKRAINKA thanks MERLIN the wise,” UKRAINKA adds. The TABLETS OF FATE will write of earth’s lost sun,” vows BIAFRA.
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