OIL RIVER PEACE by Yolanda Lindsay Mabuto
Miasma whispers in the ears of its Delta children as they sway to the songs that caress their lips The violent noise has become a barren burden Faces of confusion...
MY COUNTRY HAS OIL
My country has oil! A British company struck it. Now, the Germans will sell more rigs, The Chinese will get more road tenders, The Americans will feign disinterest… Then probably...
SHELL US TILL WE BECOME SHELLS
See, I live by the river, yet drink from pipes For the waters are mere oily stripes On the scarred back of our ravaged farms For which our sons once...
OLD SOLDIER NEVER DIES
[caption id="attachment_11281" align="aligncenter" width="317"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Old Soldier Never Dies][/caption]When I hear hopeless denizens Hooting like night owls Perched on frail branches Of smooth-bark Iroko trees Begging life's support From crevices...
KILLING THE DELTA
[caption id="attachment_8511" align="aligncenter" width="373"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Killing The Delta][/caption]Charged with a new sense of reasoning We broke through steel cracks of old Found Laughters in packs of wet innocence We are...
WEEPING SOIL
[caption id="attachment_4725" align="aligncenter" width="349"] www.facebook.cpm/WRRPoetry [Weeping Soil][/caption]Our land is the source That generates your resource Yet it looks battered Like goods craftily adulterated Heed to our land's ethics And forget...
REMINISCENCE (for Saro Wiwa)
[caption id="attachment_1720" align="aligncenter" width="203"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] The rope dangled His lifeless-body danced The executioner laughed The heavens shut eyes! Outside, we opened hands Pleading for his life and his friends' We...
IT’S NOVEMBER AGAIN (a poem for Ken Saro Wiwa)
[caption id="attachment_1702" align="aligncenter" width="201"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry[/caption] It's November again! Feel these winds blow, see these leaves falling, No, it's not Harmattan blowing. It’s Ken coffin calling from our coughing body frames....