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Remember me
I remember your stories Of bombs and guns Of decimated hills and homes And broken dreams and destinies! I remember the thunder that broke backs That tore the roof off our homes And brought hardship upon babies I remember you the victor Who took our children And made them men, Men which became slaves And…
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Biafran Babies
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Come this thunder, 1967
Come this thunder When the nights glitter with explosions The resemblance of firecracker carnivals And as the rattling for supremacy Is heard from heartless machine guns Spewing seeds of destruction Upon unfortunate children and men ‘Kwaa-pu kwaa-pu kwaa-pu, unu dum!’ ‘Leave here,’ the agents of death say Flying limbs, headless bodies and chaos Destruction to…