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.
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