By Nnimmo Bassey, OilWatch Nigeria
The other day
We danced in the street
Joy in our hearts
We thought we were free
Three young folks fell to our right
Countless more fell to our left
Looking up,
Far from the crowd
We beheld
Red-hot guns
We thought it was oil
But it was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
Heart jumping
Into our mouths
Floating on
Emotion's dry wells
We leapt in fury
Knowing it wasn't funny
Then we beheld
Bright red pools
We thought it was oil
But it was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
Tears don't flow
When you are scarred
First it was the Ogoni
Today it is Ijaws
Who will be slain this next day?
We see open mouths
But hear no screams
Standing in a pool
Up to our knees
We thought it was oil
But it was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
Dried tear bags
Polluted streams
Things are real
When found in dreams
We see their Shells
Behind military shields
Evil, horrible, gallows called oilrigs
Drilling our souls
We thought it was oil
But it was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
The heavens are open
Above our heads
Toasted dreams in a flared
And scrambled sky
A million black holes
In a burnt up sky
Their pipes may burst
But our dreams won't burst
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood
This we tell you
They may kill all
But the blood will speak
They may gain all
But the soil will RISE
We may die but stay alive
Placed on the slab
Slaughtered by the day
We are the living
Long sacrificed
We thought it was oil
But it was blood
We thought it was oil
But this was blood