Treasure Island

Diana Rosser


He raised his voice


Ken Saro-Wiwa spoke out
against
the environmental degradation
of the land
and waters of the Ogoni.

Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist

His home land in the Niger delta
ravaged, polluted
by decades of crude oil dumping.

Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist

He chastised
the Nigerian government
for refusing
to enforce regulations
that would have protected
Ogoni land

Ken Saro-Wiwa raised his voice
but not his fist
for this,
Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged.

Ken Saro-Wiwa was hanged
but not silenced

His words live on
to be read
a thousand times
by millions of other
outspoken voices.

Submitted: Sunday, September 23, 2012
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