Oil, soil and spoilers of black
2 min readBy Atok Dan
Oil, soil and spoilers are all taken aback
oil is black but under soil,
soil is black but on top of oil
all are greasy black elements of survival
only waters traverse their un-demarcated borders
Never had you demanded UN peacekeepers
Never did you ask for arbitrators to demarcate your well dwelled borders
As oil dollarizes our reserve,
Pounds domesticates our daily basket of consumption
We called it market,
Economists called it stability
Black as you are;
should you one time be a lovely relative
Oil drives us
On soil, we plant seed for food
Oh innocent black fossils
Oh innocent black surface
As you are seated comfortably in your subterranean,
politicians are restlessly seated in their swinging chairs
Geologists are troubled with machines to awake you for trouble
Well layered soil is disturbed to extract you
To dollarize the market
To quench their pitiless greed
To swollen their bellies
Dark as you, will darkness dwell in you
You are never troublesome even when on the pipelines,
You never know what to be done with you
Only find yourself on negotiating table
For automobile
Auxiliary sunshine at night
Your existence is a suffering to innocent lives in Dar Nuba,
South Sudan and many others
You are a cursed material
You are never a good friend
Dirty as you are, never will the poor loves
You let politicians steal your price
Corruption is yours
Death is yours
Even atomic weapon is your product
A bad gift
Black as you are, never should you one time be a friend to black skinned
Nile and Dar blend are your ugly names
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