I am back my brothers. I have been out there trying to promote my yet-to-be released collection of prose poems and my novel, The Abyssinian Boy, which is forthcoming in 2007 by HarperCollins. Hope you are good! Read more through GOOGLE.


Biafra Laments

When they thralled us into war, and
raped our lives; destroying what we had in common
by tearing us apart, so that we could be like broken bridges
they screamed

-no victor, no vanquished!

for deceit, and took our daughters away
that we were persuaded to send our children into soldiering;

or made our wives go after them for our daughters
but they treaded underneath to fuck our daughters, our wives, our sons
even our goats
then sent them into their huts as theirs

but why would a man in camouflage
thwart the heart of a man in mufti
by disappearing with all he had?

and at the end of the never-ending war
they stilled fear in our hearts
that the land we ruled at first; we are fumed with slavery
jabbering the world with tyranny

-for they only are tyrants!





Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-07-18 at 03:05

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Fawole Babafemi
foul language!to be candid who started the war first onye.
well,nice writing.
2006-11-18


diora
GOOD POEM U SPOKE UR MIND BUT U WERE TO HARSH TAKE IT EAST OK
DIORA. wILL BE IN OWERRI SOON ONE LUV..
2006-10-29