THE RISING SUN ☀

The sun stands still, 
Watching the humiliation
of many in Egypt,
The Igbolites, marginalized for decades. 

History a witness to the pogrom, 
Many ignorant hearts were used 
as toys to fight the war, 
Millions slaughtered;
On the altar of defense. 

Ojukwu, stood to conquer, 
But hunger weakened the territory, 
Ndi ofe-manu, betrayed the Igbolites, 
On the altar of greed and selfishness. 

Nnamdi Kanu, 
Our black Moses, 
A voice to the voiceless, 
Seed of the legend hero. 

With no capital offense, 
Moses is incarcerated, 
The world is silent, 
The gods are angry. 

The sun will surely set 
in the East, 
Though its movement might 
look slow,
But someday, it will surely set. 

Igbolites' suffering have become 
their garments in Egypt, 
For how long will you be in bondage? 
Stop doubting Chukwu Okike.

Murmuring will only delay this journey, 
Fate has been fated to be, 
Ifunanya will divide the red Sea, 
Okukwe will silent wicked voices.