SABOTEURS WHO CROSSED

Come, let's take a solemn walk
Down the boulevards of purgatory
Men linger, half a century of pain
Those who crossed at no will of theirs

Enemy of the state, saboteur of the rebel
Straffed by dawn, pillaged at dusk
Wells that shone amongst stars
Lost, even in purgatory

BIAFRA

I ate Biafra, the zealot

fruit, come, to spirits, when

the umunna tarries the half sun

Biafra, a flying hut

neighbours with a parliament

at Uli's marketplace