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