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FRANCIS IKE
ELEGY OF THE OIL GROUND

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NO. 19 | POEMS | WISHES | ELEGY OF THE OIL GROUND | THE CONMAN

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I am black
Dark rich black
I keep the treasures
Exploration, excavation have found me
In my bosom; Gold liquid gold
Mystery liquid of ambivalence

I am thick and darkly
Affable and impregnable
My black blood moves the world
People come from the earths end
To see from my magical bowel


But of late
Strangers turned my wealth to poison
And my people lampooned
By the fist of privileged children
As they exhibit poverty rag and rots
Sitting by road sides and beg for food
When they have the storehouse in their nose.

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