The Creek Boy
I am the creek boy who has lost
brothers in incessant bunkering
I, the creek boy
have compiled one bitter sweet one
of stars of starvation
Let the powers on high tell;
I also will tell of these scars incurred
on the creeks of marginalization.
As I have let them,
Let them let me tell of the woes
that has befallen creek heaven
Creek heaven has been set ablaze
Like fresh fuel on fierce fire
And I, the creek boy have been on the run since childbirth
because of faceless faces
facing incessant bunkering.
I am the son of Osigiri, the helpless victim of soot,
Of boats set ablaze,
Of oil on water,
Of fishes died of strangulation,
Of oil spill on farms,
Of dried crops like raisins in the sun,
Of oil spill on ponds,
Of oil spill on everything
Yet my body survived like asbestos
the fierce fire fiercely fired against the shores of Delta…