When Curse Flows

WHEN CURSE FLOWS Oil! cursed prosperity That tar of riches Glitters but not gold A curse no the Niger Ogoni Land A blessing to the Arabiyya But they fight for it Killings us for it Not us alone, but all The glorious land cries too From its leaking throats As it wears the black mask Its daughters and sons choked War, cheating and hunger All as thanks from its prospects Oh mother Ghana, coast of gold Beware, beware Before the tankers arrive When they do, just one thing The blessings all away to wonderland T he riches to heavens of theirs Beware mother of mine.