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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In My Bed Dreaming {For Ken Saro Wiwa} When i shall be dreaming, Who shall be there? Who shall know about the dream? Who shall speaks about the dream? On whose mouth shall it be heard? I have gone through this land before, I have swam this water before Even i have made the fishes, Sucumbed to my prying hooks. In my walked through the land, I have seen the sunset shine through Over my head into the path, Of beautiful rainbow flowering plants, In my swimming through the water, I have seen the wave washes surf soft over my body, Likewise the pisces bobbing up in my belly, This land i have gone through before, This water i have swam before, Theses fishes i have caught, With my prying hooks, In my walking through the land, I have seen them dying, Dark murky sludges covered all of them, In my swimming through the water , I have dark murky sludges covered me, And the fishes have all gone dead, I have seen them all, I have seen the land dying, I have seen the water going murky dark, I have seen the fishes all going dead, And i have seen them , All have gone dead, I have called my own, I have shouted it out, I have cried to those two ears, I have stood in the gap, I have stretched forth my hands, To gather those who have no voice, Won't they hear me, The land, the water and fishes, All have gone dead, Won't they hear me All the dark murkey sludges, Are to our horrible existence, And i shall be shouting, I shall be crying to them with ears, Until our land, water and fishes have been cleansed, Then i shall be on my bed dreaming , When i shall be dreaming, Who shall be there? Who shall know about the dream? Who shall speaks about it? On whose mouth shall it be heard?
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