Aba: Shaming Biafrans Dead and Alive

Even Chernobyl looks livelier
No, nobody dropped a nuclear bomb here
Just waste, waste of a generation-
Begotten by a ravaged generation.

Not even in Biafra
With bombs dropping from the sky like rain
Did these once proud people
Crawl on their stomachs to lick their shit

Oh, it’s their shit.
Not anyone’s else shit.
It’s their shit
Not even T.A. Orji’s depraved shit.

Did you notice that the vultures wouldn’t visit?
Too dirty for those merchants of death
Yet, they raise our children here
They toast our girls here
They guide bitterleaf soup into their mouths,
Right in front of this filth mountain

Dirt is your name, Aba
Dirt is all who call here their abode.

You may wear white from head to toe,
Immaculate and conspicuous
To worship at the church of the Holy Ghost
But I tell you, my brother
I tell you, my sister.
Your soul is as dirty as the walls of the anus.

Your government must have failed,
But so did your hands
And your brains
And those little things that make you human.