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*THE ARMAGEDDON   IN THE SOUTH*

Blessed with inestimable reservoirs 
Countless traps sealing gas yet untouched 
Seated on wealth beyond its numbers 
Wealth to sustain their  tenth generations 
Enough  to feed the glutton of the deserts 
Favoured in Powerful wealth and health 
With the waterways opening to  heaven's  gate
Numbers small enough to form one formidable  colony
Blessed enough to command the greats of the white skin
With youths raging with vigour and force
There's a land down the south
The Deltans of the great Niger

Now sold like slaves to the cruel masters 
Cowed like slaves of the old ages 
Given a penny but ripped of fortunes 
With leaders of  greed and weak minds 
Plotted against their  heroes and sold out 
Caged and poisoned own youths into silence 
Traded the future of their children for wine
Dine with  the aliens of the rock cave
The one that steam the powerful wheels
Now a slave to the  one that stick the meats 
Reminds me of the ancient porridge and  birthright story
They steal from home and keep with farther neighbours 
Brought strangers to raid their barns
The owner now begs from the burglar to  feed his own
What a painful irony
The land of eroded heritage

The steaming yellow skies at night 
Breaking into the sooty day
Floors laced with burnt carbons 
Air steamed with the  flare from alloys pots and pipes 
The creek machants  won't stop their night cooking
The fish and the crustaceans lay lifeless on the open waters 
The ingested crude made them lightweight
The once swift sandy beach of the delta
Now caked with glue  from the spilled crude 
The crabs no longer burrow the coastlines 
The estuaries are now the gateway to pollution
The mangroves  were stripped of their garments 
Made  to dance naked at the rush of the saline wash 
The swamps reek of dead Pisces and weathered crude
Better described as the fart of the angry gods

Who will save the  South from their devourers 
Who will rescue  their women from the molesters 
Who is the Messiah of  the hopeless children 
Who will restore the strength of their weak youths 
Who will bring to justice their  leaders 
Leaders of no vision and mission but ambitions 
Who will pay the ransom for the  abducted destinies  
Who will cleanse the land from the stench 
Who will restore the hope to these people 
Who will flush the  swamps and creeks
Who will light the dark part and lead the way 
The South is sick and dying 
Think of no nightmares in the South 
The Armageddon  already started
And the emissary are conquering 

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