Biafra: there was a country indeed

Bombs of hamlet
A split of a heavy two
Spoils of war
A weep of a country
Wiped out by betrayal,
Self betrayal in field of ego

An eerie call
Soldier-born patriots
Bloodshed on these days
The boy set to roast
Out of a Biafran cry
A call from the Pope
For the plea of a fiasco peace

Robbed of an old nemesis,
The booty of war
A retreat it was called
But it really was a flee

The rising sun has fallen
Flat on its face
The red nile dried up in its vein  in vain
The end of a belligerent feud
The nation, an end of a Biafran case
But there was a country
Yes indeed, there was.

                                      

Cloudy days

Cloudy days
Jugde my mind
Not in a court
But am caught in this.

THE POETRY THAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO BOOK-HEADS MEET...

Commonly Rare  -»  “The Purple Hibiscus”

To meet and to appreciate
Is a rare combination these days
I encountered such in 2013's may
On its very first day!
I had sat with a book
Then at it she asked to look
We struck up conversation
We had so much in common  -» Songsta!

So much in common
We felt so honoured
That honour a way to book a day
To meet to part a certain thing
To talk and share a common thing
Not so common to meet your common self
That common me meets a common you
On a very first day with a common book  - » OMH

 - OneMellowHijabi

COUNTS...

Days gone, days to come

As we are at the clock
Ticking it's way
To make, making it count
As we count our days
Counting our feets
Our days are gone

Into the woods
We see no green
A stiller town, to another town
Solace, a quiet town
Counting our time
Yet our days arw gone

The stiller town, a solace town
A two way road, the tiled, rough
Each way are seen
The rough is sin, as tiled is pure
Yet counting our time
New days to come

- OneMellowHijabi