A cluster of black birds, <br />Brought forth from eggs, <br />Cloaca by different primogenitors, <br />Who lived aloof from one another <br />In a tripartite plot parted by voyaging tears, <br />Prior the myths of foots and claws, <br />On this planet with thorny floor. <br />Prior the birth of black mother, <br />And six sisters across the waters. <br />Prior the refuge ark of Noah, <br />And clowns smothered by a choleric cloud, <br />Prior the incursion of fire flood, <br />Over the land of Sodom and Gomorrah, <br />And Lot who divorced a pillar of salt, <br />Likewise we, yet to be hitched heads, <br />Marked the wet letter Y, <br />Etched on our green soil, <br />By the finger of an ageless breath. <br /> <br />Tell me Wazobia <br />Can the babelonians <br />Build a tower of utopia? <br />You that speak to strange ears, <br />Hoping they will read your lips and come, <br />These chips of the Niger-Congo, <br />The Afro-Asiatic and the Benue-Congo. <br /> <br />I the river on your left, <br />Won't wrap my hands on my breast; <br />Where peace is an agony <br />With a snail's voice crying out loud <br />Stick your ears around <br />Hear you voices of red tears <br />Prostrated on our soil <br />By the echoes of lasted bombs and guns <br />They moan, they murmur, <br />They sing the same old song <br />They beat out the old drum <br />With the same old rhythm <br /> <br />You have come along way, <br />And well done your eagles have done their best <br />Your heroes have done their best, <br />Hawks perched on Iroko's shoulder, <br />Fowls gathered for chirping gossips, <br />Well done you have done your best. <br /> <br />Your eyes have seen the truth, <br />Your ears have heard the truth, <br />Shelled under the tongue of profiting racket, <br />Your heroes of peace espied no end, <br />To the wild noise in the land of babel, <br />Chose not to return to their wives, <br />To tale the saga of their vain quest; <br />Instead they loot silvers and golds, <br />Never say you were not told, <br />But wake me if they return home, <br />To exhume the white tokens of Ojukwu.<br /><br />Rex mayor Ubini<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-tokens-of-ojukwu/
