4-1-9 – There're logs in your eyes too!

So I swindled you for your little money
How different I’m I from you?
You fox, you!
Clad in designers suite
hiding in your phony shadow
when the real you is just like me.
Your oil pipes like giant leeches
suck my land to barren.
You bait my leaders with tantalizing gifts just so you can
point your aim at my natural environment.
Sewage and crude oil waste fill what used to be pure water spring.
My nostrils are clogged with plums from oil wells.
My lungs deplete with toxic gases.
Joel and Amanda are dead from taking your drugs
so is Olu and Akwugo
You kill your own children and everyone you can lay your bitter twisted lies on
for the love of money.
But you hide behind the laws you bought with your money
Just so you can code me a 4-1-9.
Tell me-just tell me
How different I’m I from you?