1.
An inglorious after taste
Stale fibres stuck between the molars
Evading the toothpicks of time
It lingers
I regurgitate a childhood
Wasted on cowboy movies
In innocence the sharp shooters were hailed
As bullets pierced through the land owners
Killers on fancy horses
Looking charming in hats
2.
The story line wildly doctored
Bespoke for the aggressor
Nameless red Indians aplenty
They chanted and danced in dust
They kissed their own footprints
While I clapped for the cowboys
We played with plastic horsemen
Silver guns and matching hats
Bang bang at land owners
Wish I knew we were next
3.
Resources are scarce on the planet
And compassion is nowhere
Big guns big victory
Big pens write big history
Grabbed land named Nigeria
Colonised all like Malaria
New rules, new dispensation
That first name must be English
New laws were to come
And a local army was trained
4.
Monkey no born goat
Cowboy born cowboys
International oppressors
Breed local oppressors
Fight breaks out in districts
With guns and bullets from abroad
We import the best machines
To kill one another
Palm oil, crude oil, cow oil
The fight just dey go on
5.
I regret those cowboy pictures
Those gifts in my chewing gum
Erase from my mind the Hollywood,
The bad and the ulgy.
The Acidulent seven
Reincarnated as herdsmen
The cowboys and the red Indians
Were movies, were mirrors
I should never applauded the scenes
Where the land owner gets shot
Babawilly
Dr Wilson Orhiunu
05/07/2019
