Herdsmen Mayhem Poem by Warri Stanley

"HERDSMEN'S MAYHEM"


Oh mother Africa！
Why are some of thy seeds so wicked？
My heart has broken down to pieces,
And my eyes cried a river million times.

Oh mother Africa！
For how long will bloods be shed for cows？
The earth has open its mouth again,
To swallow the wicked deeds of your children,
Those nomads that exchanges men with suya
That turned Benue to rivers of bloods.

Oh mother Africa！
How could your seed prefer cows than men？
Will they finish everyone before government wake？
Do you have cowy DNAs in you？
What were you really thinking？
Hands of questions kept slapping my brain,
And my head kept moving to Benue,
Headache of curiousity is all over my head,
But I have nothing in common with marijuana.


Oh mother Africa！
Since when your seeds becomes death inviters？
Are they really men or Namas？
"A man walking without brain is the most dangerious being ever"
Do they really have brains or wickedness？
"A man who happily invite death to other people's home,
Will one day shamefully welcome death univited"
Who will escape gate of death when the time comes？
Can you really run away or fly when death open their gates？
Then why are your seeds living like they will stay here for ever？.


-WarriStanley