Oil and Water

Just like oil and water...

Perhaps we should remain separate. There is that permanent impermeable membrane That lies between Ying and Yang Preventing them from meeting half way; Mixing, and becoming grey...

These iron wrought manacles of fear that fastened our pride Disassembled, and reconstituted our minds. The same iron drilled through the earth The centre cannot hold: Things Fall apart

You see, a glorious warrior nation was pacified Their men of valour and chiefs made to cower undignified We were made captives in our own land Slapped and rejected at each attempt to voice our opinion or merely raise our hand Our laws were no longer our own Each person made to answer to the district judge - a man he’d never known The old ways are gone and things fall apart.

(The power of the oil drills) Its power quakes beneath our feet; The mighty tremble. The earth’s kernel is ripe to bursting; it oozes black blood. Its abundance is harvested by the reapers With scythes tainted by malice and greed That marks our ground, The same blades used to mark our graves.

The oil drills caused the earth to shake Our polluted rivers and land lay raped Fishermen can’t fish in a dead oil lagoon But a young boy still looks up to ask his father –Why- there is –no- food So we’d had enough. So we thought we’d make a stand And arise as a people take the law into our own hands But who would have known? The drillers paid off our government, to catch us in our sleep Peppered bullets across the sky, and this is why my black blood leaks

Why do I merely subsist in this physiologically imposed periphery?

Double edge!

Of supposed oil riches forgone And empty sovereign wealth funds

Why do you mock us? Although we claim to wield you, Pressing against us your merciless claw detaches Seam from seam marrow from marrow; The dry bones are scattered

But who will gather them up?