My veins ran thick
With petrol
My rulers bled me
I fell as I was
Felled before –
When I was
Wood
And knew no
Evil
Pipes and Wells
Ran like a Wen
Steel mosquitos
Tore my
Skin
Black Gold
My own no more
I mangled men
I spat their gore
Black Gold
Crushed and refined
Siphoned
And sold
Above
This oriflamme proclaims
My woe, but
Singing waters
Move my ma**
Below