My veins ran thick
With petrol
My rulers bled me
I fell as i was
Felled before -
When i was
Wood
And knew no
Evil

Pipes and wells
Ran like a wen,
Steel mosquitos
Tore my
Skin

Black gold

My own no more
I mangled men
I spat their gore

Black gold

Crushed and refined,
Siphoned
And sold

Above,
This oriflamme proclaims
My woe, but
Singing waters
Move my mass
Below.