Saro-Wiwa
My tears run from the coastline
To the Atlantic
My grief is fueled
By the flare of oil wells
My hope is dashed
By the disaster of oil spills
And my only voice of justice
Is hanged with the noose.
O kenule Beeson Saro-Wiwa
They shut your mouth with threats of bullets
But you became MOSOP to protest
They crushed MOSOP with the noose
To the dismay of the world.
But today your voice remains active
In the many tales you tell
Of a woeful nation and the sufferings of your kinsmen:
Sosa Boy, Forest Flowers, Songs In A Time Of War, Nigeria: The Brink Of Disaster,
The Singing Anthill, Genocide In Nigeria: Ogoni Tragedy…
They thought they have murdered you
But you merely traveled beyond to rest
And left us with our tales of woes
Where they hunt us like squirrels.
Tell me, who will fight for our justice,
Who will console us from our calamity?
O my tears run from the coastline
To the Atlantic
My grief is fueled
By the flare of oil wells
My hope is dashed
By the disaster of oil spills
And my only voice of justice!
Copyright © Itsoghole O Solomon | Year Posted 2022
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