1. From the distinct sphere of a clan. Through a people of common tongue. At the Creeks of a region. Stands Oloibiri. 2. Oloibiri, A People. Oloibiri, A Town. A side of the pyramid. The pyramid calls Ogbia. 3. An island, yet a clan. At its banks, mangroves you'll find. Like every town, Change is inevitable As the people metamorphosed. 4. Mostly only swollen by name. Dejected Still, as always. Like a cow being milked, Milked and left without nourishment. 5. 18 years, mean feet, it's not. An average of 5,000 barrels per day. You were consciencelessly milked. Almost lifeless but you stand, still. 6. Your sons and daughters must have strayed, Or perhaps, not enlightened enough. You are still decorated with Bush. And rural you are. 7. Oloibiri, where is your glory? I ask again, where is your glory Oloibiri? Lying there, seeming lifeless and fruitless. Where is your Glory Oloibiri? 8. Oloibiri, my Oloibiri. Darkness seems to have taken over you. The sting of poverty roves. Your child
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