Ogoni! Ogoni!

Ogoni is the land
The people, Ogoni
The agony of trees dying
In ancestral farmlands
Streams polluted weeping
Filth into murky rivers
It is the poisoned air
Coursing the luckless lungs
Of dying children
Ogoni is the dream
Breaking the looping chain
Around the drooping neck of a shell-shocked land.

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Silence Would Be Treason Copyright © 2018 by Íde Corley, Helen Fallon, and Laurence Cox. All Rights Reserved.

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