Aches of neglects,
Punctured into our extinction.
Soured river flowing to our destinations.
We lived in the water,
drowned into spillages.
Call us militants,
Let’s counts dying infants;
in a land where farming is not relevant.
Why call us kidnappers?
When you take our oils in tankers;
without good roads to replace.
We are dying gradually, for instance;
Our mothers cannot boast of good healthcare.
Mother is a sun.
She rises but can’t drink good existences.
Cannot brush her teeth with nature;
Because the mosquitoes had sucked her ‘Oloibiri‘ dry as dead dingo’s donger.
Please don’t ask about Papa?
He is a bullet
in Ojukwu’s gun.
The war had began
let’s forget one Nigeria.
© Isoboye Danagogo
(D learning Poet)