DAVID “ORACLE” ONOTU | Niger Delta!

A circus bull,
a red-eyed bull,
Charging for blood;
dying for mud.
Niger delta helter-skelter
Helter-skelter Niger delta
They grope for stars,
in a hostile sky.
They dare to fish
as they are fished,
in poison ponds and muddy graves.
There is a pattern,
their lives take.
There is a manner
in which their live snakes.
Niger delta, helter-skelter
I see your dim-eyed children,
potbellied and half clad,
chewing their lips, with hands rested on balloon heads
Your villages suspend on lagoons, and
deathtraps camouflage as highways
But I pray,
North, East, West or South
I face the heavens,
and I cry,
let this rage pass
© David Onotu | January 2008