She cries of the many unnatural cunts
That your drills and diggers have created
In your selfish quest for the black gold.
Our Mother cries,
For in our quest for shelters,
Her greendoms we plundered,
And her green sanctuaries we shaved clean.
Our Mother bleeds,
Her flora oozes evidence of our greed.
For the black liquid intoxicates her breeds.
She cries with the load of
Bullets and guns upon her,
Though, no external signs of agony,
Her heart is bleeding.
We try to keep up with
Those uncountable desires
All racing to be first
But only she is suffering
Reprimanding from every happiness,
She’s her own grave.
A selfless love for everyone,
Receives nothing but hatred.
Simmi and Amos Adéjìmí
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