The Cow is holy and
It's herders, the anointed terror
Of their neighbours-
Bullets...bullets...bullets,
Fire...fire...fire,
Die...die...die
They chant for their kingdom
To come.
Your cow is your god the
Owner of the land,
Blaspheme against it and,
Sorrows shall come.
(C)2019
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An ugly situation in Nigeria where cows and Fulani herdsmen are lords and they destroy peoples crop and kill at random without been persecuted. very sad but beautifully captured. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments