AFTER THE WEDDING

Something lies somewhere
Thick and dark
Which aroma reaches all corners
Of the streets
And it is everywhere.
Once they found it out
No one could sleep again
Even the fishes in the water could not
They run and run day and night
And they die a sleepless
death.
 
Those who can speak
The tongue of exploitation
Shall drive jeeps and sleep in mansions
They shall attend night parties
At the villa
And be given a shed
At the factory.
But the commoners must run helter skelter.
They must not go to school
Lest they begin to learn new things
And they must not have hospitals
Lest they wake up from many sick years
Leave them there in the dark
If oil shipment must go on.
 
Someone saw something
He was going to sing
But got stuck with eight others
In a kangaroo’s noose
After a night
Even the hangman’s noose
Could not hold them again
They dropped in apparition
To the deltas
And spread like gas across
the feet of the niger
 
And they cannot sleep again
All who wedded exploration
To exploitation.