If Our Oil Talked

I am the reason truth got shot,
honour is sold, and the poor flee in defenceless lot.
Every move at my redemption unveils a bigger monster,
a mere of selfish interests,
a new altar of dissent.
I am that fountain of wealth,
feeding my surroundings with lack, greed and strife
and now i am blighted by my very lavish.
This land abounds with gurus of all likes, philosophising, analysing
and calling for a great arising...
but each finger pointing to paths ending in their gluttonous tummies.
I am fouled by the
blood of the innocent, the just fighters , the gullible patriots.

J.Ifeme Elo

Comments

  1. NoLimitJune 9, 2009 at 1:03 PM

    "This land abounds with gurus of all likes, philosophising, analysing
    and calling for a great arising...
    but each finger pointing to paths ending in their gluttonous tummies."

    You couldn't have put it better...God help us all!

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  2. obiJune 10, 2009 at 5:16 PM

    Truely, that can not be better put. This a nice piece, i must say.

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  3. Vera EzimoraJune 12, 2009 at 9:43 PM

    This is really nice, Jude.

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