By Odimegwu Onwumere
The orgy of messages has been received in Oyigbo:
Some vehicles cremated, human grievance still mountaining.
The streets are littered with baked chaos,
Stern-looking agents from Aso-Ruse watch in apprehension.
Biafra protesters clamour for freedom
Adjacent-to the craving of the man from Daura;
Who fancies their blood sponged-down the ocean
In lure of freedom he sees as a taboo.
Men are drinking coffee to expunge sleep
Yet, sleep befalls them like a possessed by malaria.
There is nowhere to lay the sleeping head
In a land where soul and body are shoddily severed.
Certainly, everyone is un-free
Except for supernatural empathy.
©Odimegwu Onwumere; September 13 2017.