Beasts Of Biafra Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Dry gins are so so bad,
Must hide it from my dad
Murder secrets in the dark
Never say them out in park
Maybe I have grown too fast
To wonder why rules in the past.
Are now changed in the present.
Don't be so goofy as the Beasts of Biafra.


Busy looking for fights than a big name.
Not like our poor generals, they wear white
You can't get bloodstains on their uniforms
Don't be like my own people, in my villages
They are always tailing killings every time
A wish to serve brothers, got severely injured
Died—for you didn't survived as hero,
Although, you know he's got so close.


To the truth only to be blindsided by trust.
Now Imprisoned, yet unreleased—
You too would be hooked up on that—
But he's proud of the man he's become
Just hang in there and say more prayers
Don't try to shoot too soon again
For no thing pain and war helps
If nobody in the end ever wins.