OUR CRUDE OUR CURSE

I tell you this my friend,

If you ask me,

"Are we there yet?"

With anger and rage,

You'll hear,

"No we are not"

Someone would have told us,

That governance is service,

And not office,

Someone would have taught us,

I tell yu this,

My friend,

Someone would have told us,

That the peace we once shares,

Should have been valued more,

Than the oil we now bear,

No one dared to tell us,

No one cared,

I tell you this,

My friend,

This is the oil that now lubricates our united disunity,

No one taught us,

That the oil- our blessing,

Will become only but our curse,

I bet you,

No one taught us,

I tell you this my friend,

No one told us,

Someone would have taught us,

That in our hands,

Peacefully layed our peace,

Someone would have taught us,

That the love for super-tankers,

Would cause this plunder of oil,

That wildfires will roastup our country,

That power-lust will bring home more corpses than the Nigerian Civil War,

No one told us,

That the fire that makes food,

Will bring down our homes,

I tell you this my friend,

We were never warned,

For our oil,

Our pride,

Our crude,

Our shrewn sons and daughters lie lifeless,

Our blessing,

Then our curse,

But God forbid,

God forbid that we be roasted,

Roasted in the fire of our wickedness,

Burnt by the flames of our calamity,

Roasted until our flesh and bones become but like ashes,

That goes with the wind as it flows and blows,

No one told us,

But now I tell yu,

For when the master,

That shrewd business man comes,

And we stand defendless,

Like in the Hague,

The judgement will be,

Not to the oil thieves alone,

But to them also,

Who challant-not for their homeland,

To them who cared not,

For the piece given them by the master,

Their country,

This is why wild robbers,

Run our country,

I tell you this,

For are we there yet?

No! We are not.