Shell their dream

I tell you Shell

You can’t shell the dream

Of a people whose life typifies

perpetual struggle

A people who’ve passed through the mill

Is to my mind used to any trouble.

I tell you Shell

You can’t shell their dream.

Albeit you may’ve used your might and main

To cause them unmitigated pain and even restrain

Them from pressing serious charges against you

But:

You sure can’t shell their dream

‘Cause theirs is borne of God

‘Tis what He Himself has foreordained.

And there’s no amount of corrosive force

That can make them concede victory

To someone as fiendish as you.

Indeed:

They may not have the war arsenal

To stand up in defence against you

But ‘tis sure as hell

That they won’t take all your smelly shit

Lying down!

Yet again

‘Tis true that with all your tomfoolery and treachery

You succeeded all too well

In desecrating their only one and precious oily-holy land

Almost causing their total annihilation

Bringing upon their land

A complete destruction and despoliation;

To bemoan their sad fate

In fact, there couldn’t be a worse fate!

And you’ve and still is

Doing the best you can

At milking away their oily breast;

This you do with much vigour and zest.

But:

Refusing to pay your best price.

I ask you: Is that wise?

Can’t you remember as they say,

“That to whom much is given much is expected?”

You can’t feign ignorance to such good reason

Yet you keep refusing to play ball.

Now what foolhardiness, what wickedness!

You can’t give a child a good hiding

And yet prevent him from crying.

But:

I tell you this:

You’re up against a people

Completely and absolutely resolute.

I tell you:

A people with unprecedented animal boldness.

‘Twill take you a whole life time

To completely quieting their flaring spirits

You all can never ever

Shell their aged-long dream

And that’s a fait accompli!