Black Soil Poem by John Ugolo Umah

We are born by blood and flesh
attach to this by black
this black soil our origin for we
must not go until there comes change

the hyperion red wood
will not dominate our iroko
we are the black giant of
this black soil

in vicarious vices and viciousness
have this black bed conglomerate
but we still look up to leap
for change comes in headway

it is abysmal in nature
but they pay homage to blood suckers
giving grant pardon to killers
from what have been looted

we still believe in revolution
wiping out every tainted black soil
we all shout for joy embracing
this fresh change for a great nation.