Shine.

Shine.

Shine,

Shine here too, glittering light ball,

And show to Mother Justice,

These lands upon which thick night has fall...

Shine, I pray thee,

Glittering light ball, for Mother Justice's eye is now tied too tight

That she barely perceives this deathly fate of my people you bring to limelight.

Shine, glittering light ball...

And perhaps mother shall be cured of her blindness,

To see the contorted faces of our fishermen,

Who have got nothing in their nets but fat bellied floating fishes...

Shine, glittering light ball,

And let mother Justice see the skin of our sons who took a dive into our rivers to have a clean birth,

Only to come out with stained oily skins and skin blemishes...

Shine here,

Into our nostrils,

And let her see how desperate our lungs have become for want of clean undarkened air...

Shine, light ball,

And let mother Justice see the hearts of our mothers whose sons have gone to steal a little from their very own and may never return,

And may never return because the real thieves are floating on our rivers with guns...

Sobolo is gone, Ken gone, Aboy has now taken the gun...

Unfold the eyes of Mother Justice to see the fate of our girls whose backs break from the double pain of backing bastards leased by reckless "python dancers",

And the shameless dead bodies of our sons... Stinking on our streets...

Shine, ohhhh shine!

And let mother Justice see the Kwashiorkor shapes of our elderly, Whose wise hoes can no longer wrought the magic of harvest because our soils are soiled...

This night has lasted too long,

Shine now,

Glittering light ball,

Take sides with us,

For you too, are a victim of these harsh deeds...

Shine!!!

And please mother Justice do see,

Before we all are wiped out.

(Steward of Words)