Ogoni people, the oil wells of Nigeria

You the trees
on which grows
the Niger gold
You the Ocean
in which flows Texas tea.

Tiny in number
mighty in strength
collossal in image.
Lost a hero
gains in fame
the world
your claim.
Cheated for eons
embraced for life
You the rocks
we your termites
You sons of David
we the gentiles
Without your gold
The Niger flow
a desert remains.
You the grass
We the elephants
What price to pay
your inheritance
to maintain
The world knows
they must avenge.

You the parable:
Goliath the lion
the rich little girl
the mighty heinous giant
Yours the heart of gold
theirs the stench of miens
Only death removes the bitterness
of a blinded people.