My Country

Once upon a lifetime ago,

Over half a century old.

Of a country within a country,

A tale to us now being told

Of a country within my country,

Once upon a lifelong ago

Once upon a sky, 

Half a yellow sun glow,

Once upon the eastern soil,

Turbulent turmoil flow,

The country within Nigeria,

The country Biafra.

A country not up to date of late,

A country led by the late, 

General Odumegwu Ojukwu.

I salute one of great repute,

One of even greater dispute

With another General,

Name Guwon, surname Yakubu:

Both on a street 

Which broad way split in two,

Leading to bloodbath

In bloody pool, 

Even after the bloodiest coup,

Led by another one they salute

Another late General 

Kaduna Nzeogwu.

All done with best intentions.

It's little wonder why? 

Anonymous told us how,

Greatest evil of mankind,

Done with best intentions in mind.

...Say I: again, I say...

There used to be a country,

Within the country Nigeria,

Call her Biafra. 

Biafra wanted apart, 

Wanting no part in Nigeria, 

So, she strife to depart, 

Even as things fall apart. 

(a breach in the beach)

Things fall apart a rampart 

Of a sand house, 

Divided against itself, 

On the seashore of freedom. 

Things fall apart a rampart,

As deep river of blood 

Overflow steep bank.

Things fall apart 

In a flood of blood

On the borderline of freedom

Alas! 

There was a country,

Within a country, 

Seeking freedom.

This country, that country,

Still remain in one nation,

Bound in freedom. 

Our fatherland 

Which the rivers divide,

Into three mother tribes,

Of the one Nigerian pride.