Pipes For Fortune's Fingers
To say no creature eats carcass
Is but mockery to you vultures and hyenas
I spit before your throne
You whose whips I have always known
Who drowned the fish in my rivers
And made barren the soil of my mothers
You who made my children slaves
And did leave me near my grave
You have broken my hardest coconut
And have cracked my snail's shell have you not?
For you watch the future to perish
Filling pockets with gold more cherished
You chew me and with my bones pick teeth
The truth has been what you make of it
Is it not you who married my treasures
And offered no price for your manly pleasures
Longer ago than I care to remember
You killed good men and claimed their daughters
You who danced the dance of shame
And brought forth bastards to bear my name
Power foretells what man believes
Worthless are morals the noble give
You live above your earnings
Never bearers of good tidings
Ye are men whose greed still lingers
Ye are the men who slew I Nigeria
Ye are mere pipes on fortune's fingers
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