Plagues In Plateau Poem by Adams King

There have never been a day
as dark as yours
There have never been a night
as sleepless as yours

Let those who mourn mourn aloud
For this is a time to cry
Let those who weep weep aloud
Till their voice are dried

I heard some strangers killed your sons
I heard your daughters are been raped
I heard they've blackened your suns
And left you in a sticky mud of pain

I heard your husbands did not return
Since they went to their farms
I heard your wives were been stabbed
Trying to save their own yams

I heard you died for cows to live
Conjugated into a shell of death
I heard for a single cow's head
Nine or ten of you go down the earth

Yet I heard your were beaten by a stick
I wonder what stick it could be
Oh! its the new herdsmen sticks
That has bullets in it

Curse be the strangers that killed you
Prophetically I speak
Why have they chosen to kill you
Rhetorically it seems