Coldness

The cold is like years back
When he was hung
Fifteen years ago.
By a hangman's noose
Through the verdict of a kangaroo court
Puppeteered bythe coldness
Of our worst Head of State.

The same wicked reason
He was put away.
By our State that thrive
On the blood of helpless masses.

The same reason we are fighting
Today after many years.

Blood and black gold.

The wicked leaders today
Threatens us with story
Of how Saro Wiwa was hung.

But they are talking
To a dead people...
A people they have killed
Many time before.