IN FOR IT AGAIN! – IkpoBari Senewo

The reminiscences of yester-years
are still very much with us.
echoes of war,
winds of change,
plights of the people!

The debris left by wailing mortars
and screaming fighters
are still scattered here and there
a reference point there at umuahia,
a sad scar eternal!

Thirty-five long years come and gone
eight laborious years in
babangidaic transit camp
'the labours of our heroes past'
were thrown to crabs and mudskippers,
hawks and vermins;

Now at last we arrive
at point zero...
abacharious 1998...
how long from
magic 2000?

Oh, we're in again for a raw deal!
echoes of war
winds of change
plights of the masses
God!

Mass-graves in Ogoniland
the wailing of mothers,
where next will our mass-graves
situate...niger delta...
where? where? w-h-e-r-e?

WHAT HAVE I DONE? - IkpoBari Senwo

What have I done to warrant these?
for thirty-nine years you've raped my land
and denigrated it...oh Ogoniland!
My black-gold you've constantly tapped,
fed on and grown fat cheeks
you, and your fiendish bandits...

When I asked you ''why?' ,
your zombie thugs kicked me left,
right and centre.
I ask you, Mr. dark goggles, is asking
a sin?
what have I done?

You chained me hands to legs
like a goat prepared for slaughter
and threw me into puturu
see me... me... what have I done?
you burned my house, looted my life,
you raped my sisters,slaughtered my brothers;

Cut-throat, you beat my own mother, oooooh!
you incarcerated my cousins
hanged my father, and sent my
noble family into slaving exile.
why? why, you cannibal? what have
I really done, oooh Mr. dark goggle?