It Rains Oil(Poem)

[Chidi Anthony Opara, FIIM]

By Chidi Anthony Opara

We are humans,

We dwell in a dingy city

Where oil drilling rigs

Obscure the skyline.

We dwell in a degenerate city

Where oil conglomerates

At the behest 

Of state officials

Give out crumbs

To keep us alive

And away from agitations.

The flame of gas flares

Inflame our body infirmities

And the infirmities of our minds,

We are dying slowly.

When it rains,

It rains oil.

When it rains,

It rains black soothes. 

When the rains stop,

We breathe 

The fumes of pollution.

(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved)

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Chidi Anthony Opara is a "Life Time Achievement" Awardee, Registered Freight Forwarder, Professional Fellow Of Institute Of Information Managerment, Africa, Poet and Publisher of PublicInformationProjects