Do not go gentle into that cold night!
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
Though the dictates of one man
Holds you captive
Your words fade not
Though you may not make it
Your dream is alive our hearts
No they cannot shut us up.
Like their brother's did Charlie Hebdo.
Our pen, our voice, our hearts will do the needful.
While they break the law, as do ISIS.
As do boko haram.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The darkness that is Nigeria.
The darkness of their dedication.
Dedicated at festac to the demons of their fathers.
Biafrans refuse the hell concocted as a country.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
The light died along the way.
Few still see the truth.
Nigerians on hell's part.
The metaphor of darkness enshrouded in PHCN blackouts.
Rage, rage.
Equally yoked with the minions of a demon of their dedication.
Nothing good will and can come out.
Out of this relationship from the gates of Sheol!
In time, in time, the Biafrans will break us free
Free from the slave name:Nigger Area.
Free as when Saul took on the name Paul!
Free from their demonic rule
Free from the demonic change!
Rage, rage, for you're tied to a nation than you choose to believe. Your salvation is tied to your nation.
No job= you'll conceive more evil.
No light= no job, hunger, buying more fuel, increase and cheating customers due to hardship.
No road.
No school= makes it easy to keep you in ignorance and inherit your inheritance: both spiritual and physical.
Don't take my word for it.
See if you can finish Chinua Achebe's "THERE WAS A COUNTRY".
And realize you are living below your best.
