Ken Saro Wiwa
My Lomba wan Man

What a land
Is it an exploitation

What a voice
Is it not too loud?

What a neck
In a hang man noose

What a cause
Is this the end?

He was a raging fire
No wonder he was mightily hushed

He was my lomba wan man
He died for his people.

Generational Songs 1990-2000
olubunmi@isinkaye.com

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