A Nursery Rhyme for Patriots  

i your commander-mis-chief
i saw a child with big head and sticking out ribs
i said to its mother
i told her with tears in my eyes
woman, may god punish you both, you and your child
may your child die of kwashiorkor
may your breast dry up and may you both be put
on fish rings and roasted
don’t you know my gofment has no money for the poor?

i heard a very important talk talk oversabi* write write freedom fighter bullshit man say our environment this our environment that
this one say that one no say
i said may your mother suffer stroke
may your father piss blood
he did not hear
i said don’t you know i and my gofmental people must burn the oil
we must scatter scatter the environment
we must pollute your water
kill your fish
for the survival of the nation
for four fillion farrels of oil equal to four something something fillion dollars per each armed felon ruling councilor swiss account

the bastard did not hear
so i bought a noose with the oil money
and hanged him
but i think what about some of this oil money for
the child and mother on fish rings
and i said, “ah, foolish thinking.”

 

 

 

Dedicated to the memory of Ken Saro-Wiwa

* a derogatory term in pidgin English for a zealot

© 2007 Ubaka Ogbogu