Political Poem: The Unsung Heroes of the Creek

When you have to fight for what is your birthright, it pains to live with that reality. There is nothing much to say than to feel this sadness that is a mixture of pain in the land of plenty. Indeed, it is a sad political poem for your deep thought. 

They came unannounced

But with a sworn mission

Never to negotiate their rights

But to demand that which is theirs.

They called them jokers,

Labeled them bunch of criminals

Yet never were they dented

But injustice they seek to unfold.

Their strength,

The lord’s of Aso Rock underestimate

Business they thought as usual

But how wrong, just how wrong they were.

Years in the hands of scavengers,

Their land they raped with rudeness abandon

Dividing the loots among their cronies 

Without any hope of covering their nakedness.

Though her land, oils the wheel that feeds our nation

Yet mass poverty ravaged her like desert encroachment

For none that came seek to reverse their suffering

But only to add more salts to their wounded injuries.

Blood of their leaders were wines to the goggle general

Even as their virgin land are meats to the multinationals

Their kinsmen are joint-collaborators in these naked bastardizations

Man’s inhuman to man; the world seems not to border.

In silent tears, their cries roam beyond the creek,

But none would hear them nor look their direction

How they had been pushed to the wall

Now a child’s play has become a nightmare to all.

A land of peace had become a land of kidnappers

A genuine course has been stolen in broad daylight

White-life in exchange for petro-naira oil loots

While innocent black-life’s are blood sprinkled in the streets.

Who will belt the cat out of the bag?

For out of the creek unsung heroes have arose

Pain-pay-cheques they sends to white expatriate

Now innocent masses are victims of their butt of authority

Fearless battlers for self-control

I share your cries; I felt your silent pains,

For no man cheated of his inheritance

Would fold his hands and see death ravaged him.

But for how long shall you unleash this new found love

Look beyond the gun and see what you have done to yourself

For in fighting a just course, your hands you have destroy your sweat

No home you will ever have, if you destroy that which is yours.