OIL By Awodele Mariam Damilola

Written by Editor

The oil that speaks without hobbling
And dances without music
Aren’t you the one everyone worship?
Since you suit every occasion
When in your abode
You manifest any form of power
You are oil but God
For any dilemma you can burn

Remember when the wind annihilate
Every junction st the station
We resolved unto you and no more molestation
After we were able to spill you down the road
Then the road seems clearer again

The joys of motherhood
Whenever it becomes sorrow of family hood
You are definitely behind every corner of their grief hood
And when the whole world smiles
It is a definition of your arrival
And when the whole world frowns
It is a definition of your absence

You are behind the whole of corruption
The one you incepted upon our Land
And made a beast out of humans
Who now eat lives alive
You brought us solitude
And your oil represents our tears
Some of the joy and some of sorrow
Even when you spill your oil
It means two generations have been splited
One of the first class and one of the working class
You are only oil but God

When you turn every being into a worshipper
Its only an avenue to oil trigger
Under the umbrella of hypocrisy
Definitely you are God in a way.

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.