Oil Beneath Our Feet

In Nigeria, where wealth should freely flow,

Our land is blessed with gifts that rivers know.

Yet oil beneath our feet, a treasure vast,

Brings pain to those who need its fruits at last.

From Delta’s creeks to Bonny’s blackened shore,

The crude runs thick, but leaves the people poor.

The flares burn bright, they choke the sky with flame,

While villages bear sickness, loss, and shame.