From the murky mangroves
We sail to the Atlantic
And down to the Creeks where we belong
Bitten by termites and tse tse flies
Yet every sting makes us sing
Even louder from the joy flowing from our pain
They have punctured our pride
Our Humanity raped like a little virgin
They’ve spit on our rights
Our right they’ve forced into privileges
They created this struggle!
The struggle they’ve made even more brutal
And we have sworn to give our blood in total
Like vampires we shall suck their blood
Our teeth, piercing deeper than Dracula’s
Their land shall be brought to ruin and futility
We shall struggle them to infinity
Fighting and dieing for the struggle is now the identify.
Our lands laying desolate
Recklessly abandoned by spillages
Our waters bloody and polluted.
Yet the purest to quench the thirst for our throats
The swamp of our pride
Is graduating in the grave of our souls
They satisfy their pots, and make our land unbearable…
But today, we make our Creeks pleasurable.
Our little girls they make away to their mansions
Turning them into night slaves for night jobs.
I could feel their pains
From the tears of Ebiere on their capture.
They force us into trigger men
And every pull falls a thousand men
Because our land now is bloody
We must also make our hands bloody from the ocean of their blood
Blood for Blood
Is the currency for true and reasonable vengeance
We will not sleep until sleep is taking away from their eyes.
Their sun shall become dark at dawn
They would wish to see the beast they’ve created,
But the ashes of their ruin shall becloud and blur their vision
When we shall take back our light
And cursed them to torments in perpetual darkness.
The Creek is always the Creek
The abode and solace for the broken
At the mending of our souls, we shall sail.
Daring to conquer all, never to fail
The voice from the creek is crying,
The murky waters are ever boiling.
A mother that fails to breastfeed her suckling Child
Shall never know rest!
The Creek is Rising…!
11th May, 2020.