Something lies somewhere: br Thick and dark, br Which aroma reaches all corners br Of the streets. br And it is everywhere. br Once they found it out br No one could sleep again. br Even the fishes in the waters could not. br They run and run day and night br And they die a sleepless death. br br Those who can speak br The tongue of exploitation br Shall drive jeeps and sleep in mansions. br They shall attend night parties br At the villa br And be given a shed br At the factory. br But the commoners must run helter-skelter. br They must not go to school br Lest they begin to learn new things. br And they must not have hospitals br Lest they wake up from many sick years. br Leave them there in the dark br If oil shipment must go on. br br Someone saw something. br He was going to sing br But got stuck with eight others br In a kangaroo’s noose. br br After a night br Even the hangman’s noose br Could not hold them again br They dropped in apparition br To the deltas br And spread like gas across the feet of the niger br br And they cannot sleep again br All who wedded exploration br To exploitation.