enule
          Like a river, like the grass in the tombs of the razed ones
         The thickness of the Ogoni forest, the lamb of grace long gone
                           Where are you now?
        Some say you have taken the journey to the land of the faithfuls
                Others believe you are simply in waiting
               Yet, some think you are in the macabre figs
     I say, you are here on earth, still sowing the seed of the unpathed breeze
            The breeze of the haunted house you seek to liberate! 


You are in our heart, always
 
                                Was it
One thousand times,Two thousand times, Three thousand times, Four thousand
times
         Five thousand times, Six thousand times, Seven thousand times
                Eight thousand times, Nine thousand times
                                  or
                          Ten thousand times

                That your song was sang in lands far away? 
                                  in

                                 London
                                  Mali
                               Casablanca
                                 Paris
                                 Berlin
                                 Dublin
                              Washington DC
                       Even in the valley of death?

             You remained in the hallows of the spirited ones
                  Always affiriming your gaze and meaning
     To a world that has since rejected your offerings of grace and want!
   
     The world remembers the day you and your brothers spoke the truth 
                 And ate the grass of the forgotten ones 
        The day when the earth varnished into the setting of the sun
    Like the summersault of Guza-land in the strolling jungles of River-Sima!

         That day, that hour, that minute, when the birds sang their songs, 
    When the dogs wagged their tails, when the snails crawled into their shells
       We remembered that time, because the nails fell and the leaves dried 
                 Even the Sahara wailed and the Oceans vomited! 

        You told us that it would not be easy, that the dragon is near
   You told us that when the lights are off, the motion of man would repeat
               And repeat and repeat, until the grapes go sour
          You told us that even the child of the beast will roar 
                  To the falling wets of the heavens!
       
           You told us once, you told us twice, you told us thrice
                          We did not listen

      We know your faults, we know your missteps, you were human, weren't you?
                             And your brothers, 
                                 Tell them 
                                  We know, 
                                  We know, 
                                  We know,
                                We know too!

                     The t-leafs are still telling us
         What our ears have not heard, what our eyes have not seen
         On that day, when the ropes of life touched your celebrium
      We leaped for joy because we know that God has affirmed our grace
                                   in
                       The oily seas of River-sima!
     
                            So Kenule Saro-Wiwa
                    On the tenth day of the eleventh month
                    In the ninety fifth year of our creator
                    You took our cries to the high heavens 
                                    in
                          Your suitcase of trials!

                              Kenule Saro-Wiwa
                Don't Worry, not at all, we have not forgotten
                              
                                We Remember!

Mama

Ken carries your voice

Ogonis came to remember you in your house

Ogoni children live!

The struggle continues!