Every barrel of crude
Lifted from our oily
Soils and waters
Is in itself a tight mixture
Compounds and blood.
Blood of heroes
Sung and unsung.
Heroes whose fires
Where blown out
Before their prime.

Each shipment stolen
Contains the future
Of oppressed children unborn

At their funerals
We draw our strength
And nurture our resilience.
We forget the softness
Of our flesh against their bullets
And armour our souls
With the hope in victory
Of good over evil.

10 thoughts on “Funerals” by Idiong Divine (@Idiong_Divine)

  1. *sighs* Many wrongs, many cries, many deaths, much pestilence in the land.


    Well done. Keep improving your art.

    1. @chemokopi
      Thanks for the encouragement :)

  2. Sometimes hope just doesn’t cut it.
    Check; Where – were
    Well done, Divine.

    1. @sibbylwhyte
      Dear Bubbllinna,
      Thanks for the nice comment and correction.
      Yours sincerely, :)
      Idiong Divine.

      1. Smiles* It’s like a teensy-weensy letter. Cute.
        @hymar. Divine na militant befo befo na. Im jus leave gun to begin fight with pen when dem do amnesty. I bin see am for television. Lol.

  3. Most of your poetry seem to be set in and around and about the Niger Delta.

    Hey, hey hey. Cut the other regions in, sir.

    Solid piece.

    1. @Hymar
      you are right about the setting of most of my poems. However there are some that covers the entire country like:
      Thanks all the same. It is a worthy observation. :)

      1. @innoalifa Thank you so much.

  4. we are all gradually swimming to death’s boat
    feeling what you feel…………….

    1. @innoalifa for real my brother, for real. Thanks.

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