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The signal was short and inviting
Calling on connoisseurs soldiers
To seal a relieve on their compatriot
It is written, clutching the mark-4 rifle
Stormed to stem the federal troops
Advancing into honey land biafra.
When you lift the stone it says 1967
When ploy was a measure against arsenal
Barefooted soldiers borrowed from their fathers wisdom
Biafran warlord sang duet with Gowon
The smell of sulphur in their old khaki
Unexploded dynamo
Ticking with time in every resurrection of Biafra.
The saturated atmosphere of time
Virgin time
Still menstruating, having it period in our mind
Though no victor no vanquish `
But still sheds its oval written
"Those conquered in war by.........".
Kaleidoscopic time, blameless history
Refusing to ebb in our mind
Who can incarcerate time?
From the old stones of 1967.