My veins ran thick
With petrol
My rulers bled me
I fell as I was
Felled before –
When I was
Wood
And knew no
Evil
Pipes and wells
Ran like a wen,
Steel mosquitos
Tore my
Skin
Black gold
My own no more
I mangled men
I spat their gore
Black gold
Crushed and refined,
Siphoned
And sold
Above,
This oriflamme proclaims
My woe, but
Singing waters
Move my mass
Below.