*Israel Ugwu*
1967
In fissure,
Rooted in disarray.
Roarin' belligerents
Swallowed in dawn of
jingoism.
And stoic warmonger,
down for
patriotism.
Alas! And Lo! It came
like a heavy
wind, up in the sky.
Gusting from the north,
Strafed myriad souls
and repleted
our homelessness.
We dashed from our
'homes'
Like sored to madness;
'Osondú', With tattered
bodies like
debris of thousand
fragments in a
scampered refuge.
Leaving every aside,
Even the eccentric
amulet clads of
'Odéshi'.
We flee, nursing our
wounds
And sobs for the lost.
Maintaining the nature
of man
and Exalting the Creator
for we
the 'remains'.