The Burning Water

Okirika fuel no get papa
na de same pot e follow come.
Water for here na same for Rome
Ogoni sef get e mama.

Fishes talk of it
The skies have seen her
The moon spirit died
and woke the next day
in the arms of the ying and yang
oil and water

Somebody leaves home for the tomb
Somebody won’t wake from coma.
Fire of the ocean can comb
when for real it meets its karma

So then listen with your tears
Your eyes are fire
melting ice
They can be mirrors
when the sky is oil
a nuclear weapon.

Dok Bi goe, la noe, goe niak
Bi noe a bi gurum

Ruddapoet