WHISPERS FROM THE CREEK

Today at noon
Through the efforts of my hand
Pipelines blown
Heads rolled on the floor
Blood made a fountain
Yes I did
I hacked off a head

Premeditated yes
This day I half a century waited
That I may take my revenge
For my bruised heart
For my eight and one brethren
Long overdue screamed Wiwa

Over there he sits
Dishing out threats to a man in his Iba
Sending missiles to the five percent
They have the black gold
And they know its worth
You can not steal from them anymore

Hey!Boss-eyed Boss
You can not hold a gun anymore
Nigeria has got a Delta
Atonement you must do
For the sins of your father
For my dead farmlands
For my rivers and streams
Saro Wiwa must rest in peace