Rivers of Sorrow:

In the cradle of Africa, where rivers meet the sea,

Lies a land of sorrow, where cries remain unheard and free.

Oh, Niger Delta, once adorned with nature's grace,

Now scarred and broken, your suffering we must face.

Beneath your soil, lies the black gold's wretched curse,

Oil's allure turned venomous, a tragedy so diverse.

Mangroves weep their tears, as oil spills choke the tide,

And fishermen's dreams, by greed and poison, are denied.

Once teeming with life, your waters now stained with grief,

The cries of seabirds silenced, their song lost like a thief.

The bountiful harvests of yesteryears now naught but a dream,

As the hunger in children's eyes reflects a sorrowful gleam.

The air, once crisp and pure, now carries a toxic shroud,

Diseases take their toll, as tears of mothers are allowed.

In the shadows of refineries, families bear the cost,

Of progress, they were promised, but their dreams are lost.

Ovie, with dreams as vast as the delta's sky,

Struggles to find hope as his people suffer and die.

Born amidst despair, yet determined to change his fate,

He rises above adversity, fueled by love, not hate.

With courage in his heart, he seeks knowledge's embrace,

For education, he fights, defying destiny's cruel chase.

In a world marred by darkness, Ovie shines a ray of light,

His voice echoes through the delta, igniting a will to fight.

He pleads for justice, as his people's voices join his own,

A chorus of resilience, a tale of suffering sown.

The world's attention turns, the spotlight shines so bright,

On the plight of Niger Delta, an emblem of our fight.

But progress comes slowly, with obstacles on the way,

Powerful forces at play, seeking to lead astray.

Ovie faces threats, from those who seek to silence truth,

Yet his spirit stands unyielding, a beacon for lost youth.

The world watches in horror, as the tragedy unfolds,

As Ovie's heart bleeds for the tales left untold.

For the Niger Delta's suffering, its people's shattered dreams,

We must unite in purpose, mend the rivers and the streams.

Let compassion guide us, to heal the wounds so deep,

To restore the Niger Delta from its slumber, dark and steep.

Let us learn from this tale of suffering and despair,

To protect our planet's treasures, handle them with care.

For in the heart of Africa, where rivers meet the sea,

Lies a land of hope, where voices rise to be free.

Oh, Niger Delta, we hear your cries, loud and clear,

Together we'll stand, your suffering to endear.

In the cradle of Africa, hope will rise anew,

As we unite in purpose, in solidarity, for you.

In the depths of the Niger Delta, where dreams have turned to rust,

The suffering persists, as the land crumbles to dust.

Generation upon generation, burdened with the pain,

Yet the spirit of resilience, like a flame, does remain.

The elders' weathered faces, etched with tales untold,

Their wisdom and their memories, like rivers, they unfold.

They remember a time when the delta was a heaven

But now, it's an open wound, by the hands of greedy raven.

The children bear the brunt, their innocence betrayed,

As they witness the destruction, their playgrounds decayed.

Their laughter, once carefree, now tinged with fear and sorrow,

For they inherit the scars of today and hope for a brighter morrow.

Mothers, stoic and strong, carry the burdens of strife,

Their hearts heavy with worry, yet they cling to the thread of life.

They pray for a future, where their children will thrive,

Where peace and prosperity in harmony will contrive.

Fathers once fishermen, now idle on the shore,

Their boats, a testament to dreams that sail no more.

They yearn for the bountiful catch, as tears mix with the sea,

Their livelihood stolen, replaced by corporate tyranny.

In the distance, chimneys rise, where refineries stand tall,

A stark contrast to the suffering, the voiceless victims' call.

The riches of the delta, diverted to foreign lands,

While the people suffer silently, their cries in shifting sands.

Yet amid this somber scene, a glimmer of hope remains,

In the hearts of those who fight, undeterred by chains.

Activists and advocates, united in their quest,

To reclaim the Niger Delta, to give its people rest.

They amplify the voices, once silenced by despair,

Challenging the powerful, their courage they declare.

They demand accountability, justice for the land,

For the healing of the delta, for a future truly grand.

The world watches on, conscience pricked and stirred,

As the story of the Niger Delta, like an epic, is heard.

May their suffering not be in vain, but inspire a global call,

For justice, for compassion, and for the rights of one and all.

Let us learn from this tale, etched in history's scroll,

That progress without conscience takes a devastating toll.

In the cradle of Africa, where rivers meet the sea,

The Niger Delta's suffering beckons to you and me.

Together, hand in hand, let's bridge the divide,

For the people of the delta, let's turn the tide.

In unity and love, let's mend what has been torn,

So the Niger Delta can flourish once more, reborn.