In The War

In that war
We fought bravely
But the gods had decided
That we should not win.
We were fewer
Than our aggressors
Their weapons
Outshone ours.
Gallant youth was sacrificed
For our land
Biafra needed their blood
To appease her gods.
Even now our leaders
Have no recompense for the fluid
Their slow wits say
No victor no vanquished.
It is not what the bereaved quip
They are hurt
It is they who lost dear ones
They are vanquished.

by samuel nze

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