The Fountain
The well of wealth attraction
The beginning of our destruction
The source of wealth turned source of death
Yet daily we grow deeper into debt
On our soil, they shed their blood in the name of interest
How and what feel is none of their interest
Our leaders they will not allow to res
It is either you grant their interest
Or become an enemy of the West
Those that called their bluff are called terrorists
Their blood they use to paint our streets
Millions of barrels they daily pull away
In return giving us money for sweet
What sin did we sin?
We are simply in possession of the fountain.
Copyright © Oluwasola Elisha | Year Posted 2022
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