The Armageddon In the Niger Delta
*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
(CONCEPTUAL FM ?)
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