■ Author: Ikenna Ozulumba Mbaegbu
■ Twitter: @Umuchiukwu_writ
■ May 20, 2018
Behold, this hard truth of mine,
Which like the morning sunshine.
Behold, this fake beauty of an old shelf,
It's adoption a disaster to thyself.
Her foundation laid on evil,
Her treatment is of humanity uncivil!
See as it has again emerged, this abomination,
To destroy, its only mission.
Behold this colourful paint
Applied on its tattered surface
So charming but evil in disguise.
It haunts thy being
And perpetually blinds thee
From seeing.
Behold this mistake of man,
To lynch and maim, its plan
Same as those dames
Who put makeups on their ugly faces
But if washed off,
If the pretence goes off,
And am pretty sure it will someday,
The real thing will stand out
Like a morning star,
Peering menacingly at you.
This baneful entity called Nigeria
This concoction by Laguardia
Shall never in this life quit
From hiding the truth
About the good people of Biafra.
Never!
Never!
Never!
But then, one day
Just one day!
The chicken will come home to roost
Nature will take its full course.
This evil will come to light
And will end this plight
To humanity, everything shall reveal
And God's promises will then fulfil.
Published By Udeagha Obasi
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