She spurts out

Flickers of dust, which

Spirals downwards from cosmos gate,

With an insignia of blistering beauty.


Her lust for black gold

Like a lion lust for a prey,

Smears the desert land

With constellation of red dots.


She whips up mediocrity,

In the name of democracy.

All for the honey flowing

From the underbelly of bilya

13 thoughts on “bilya” by poposky (@billchucks)

  1. Oh, Libya?
    Are they democratic?

    1. libya is not democratic, but i ask myself what the european interest in libya. and the comes to me. its all about oil

  2. I must confess it took me a while to decipher the poem. Black gold, dust and desert, where my clues. Very neat use of words.

    1. Na you open my eyes o!

  3. The poem is spot-on for me…me like it!

  4. This was a great poem for the oil rich state…you should do one for Nigeria:)

    1. i would try and do one hopefully, thanks any way for ur comment

  5. Think it was much better and easier reading the poem after @kaycee‘s comment. Very nice poem. Nice choice of words as well.

  6. Just like it is said, the discovery of the black oil is the beginning of degradation -Natural and Human. See where that land is now? Oh Bilya!

  7. Abeg no body should write anything about naija situation. I no wan vex. Bsides a lot has been written on that country anyways. It only gets me angry.

    1. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!

  8. Short n sweet. I like it.

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