My goodbye not to this community4 Mar 2025 11:07
They struck the earth with fire and steel,
Dreams of fortune, crude to steal.
In Tullow’s hands, the rivers bled,
A golden age, or so they said.
From Ghana’s shores to distant sands,
They carved their name with restless hands.
A whisper rose—of wealth untold,
Of fields that swam in liquid gold.
But fortune shifts like tides at sea,
No oil flows eternally.
The wells ran thin, the debts ran high,
Once soaring bright, now scraping sky.
The drill still turns, the past still calls,
But towers shake, ambition falls.
A gamble played, a price too steep,
A giant stirs, yet struggles deep.
What once was king now bends the knee,
A lesson written in the sea.
For black gold fades, and empires rust,
What blooms in greed dissolves to dust.