NOTHING DEY CHANGE

A gift they said
With joy, they shared
Bottles of wine
Glasses clicked, united
Celebrating the prospect
A future to flow
With plenty oil
Plenty money plenty joy
Plenty, plenty, plenty, plenty
Plenty for who?
Nothing to show
Nothing for me
Parched earth, dry leaves
Soil slick with blood
Oil, blood, oil, blood
The same to me
Soil slick with tears
Tears, oil, tears, oil
No distinction the same
Soil slick with fruitless sweat
Falling on the ground, disappearing
Like hopes had for tomorrow
Hopes for revolution
Hopes for consideration
Hopes for action
Hopes, fantasy, hopes, fantasy
Nothing dey change
No distinction.