The True Prison by Ken Saro Wiwa
It is not the leaking roof
Nor the singing mosquitoes
In the damp, wretched cell
It is not the clank of the key
As the warden locks you in
It is not the measly rations
Unfit for beast or man
Nor yet the emptiness of day
Dipping into the blankness of night
It is not
It is not
It is not
It is the lies that have been drummed
Into your ears for a generation
It is the security agent running amok
Executing callous calamitous orders
In exchange for a wretched meal a day
The magistrate writing into her book
A punishment she knows is undeserved
The moral decrepitude
The mental ineptitude
The meat of dictators
Cowardice masking as obedience
Lurking in our denigrated souls
It is fear damping trousers
That we dare not wash
It is this
It is this
It is this
Dear friend, turns our free world
Into a dreary prison.
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Ogoni! Ogoni! by Ken Saro Wiwa
Ogoni is the land
The people, Ogoni
The agony of trees dying
In ancestral farmlands
Stream polluted weeping
Filth into murky rivers
it is the poisoned air
Coursing the luckless lungs
Of dying children
Ogoni is the dream
Breaking the looping chainAround the drooping neck of a shell-shocked land.
The people, Ogoni
The agony of trees dying
In ancestral farmlands
Stream polluted weeping
Filth into murky rivers
it is the poisoned air
Coursing the luckless lungs
Of dying children
Ogoni is the dream
Breaking the looping chainAround the drooping neck of a shell-shocked land.
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