By Nehi Igbinijesu.
What time we spoke
They hushed
What time we cried
They hanged our nine
From Bodo with tears
Of dirt that rubbed
And robbed-
On us many years
O! The bore of hunger
That drained us
With fleeting blackness
Of life sucking roundabout
Many promises
And then hangings
No more fishes
Only suffering
And who our tots will tell
What we’ve lost
To muttons,liasons and shell
Wait we weeping
Oh wastelands
With sorrows, tears and fresh blood
Still speaking full the ears
Of a freedom one day gained
