The moist earth bears the stench of our blood.
The fear is palpable, the terror real.
Our villages are strewn with corpses
Of children that would never play again,
Of adults that would never reach their prime,
Of aged ones that breathed their last too soon.
The Death Knell tolls very often.
Horror is our daily companion.
The herdsmen come swiftly, reality becomes a blur.
Menacingly ravaging, slaughtering and looting.
Destruction lying in their wake.
Their duty of cattle rearing albeit forgotten,
Has metamorphosed into something sinister and deadly,
Something we do not understand.
What did we do to deserve this fate?
For we are also Nigerians.
Is it because we are not as dominant as our neighbours,
That there is no one to save us?
Who will tell our story, or plead our cause?
Our only crime was tending our own and our land.
See what has befallen us.
Nigeria belongs to everybody.
We heard the president rears cattle, too.
Why is he keeping quiet?
Is he not for everybody anymore?
Will he watch as we are being exterminated?
Will he allow our tribe to be annihilated?
Let him take action against this evil.
We also want to be a part of ‘everybody’.
We too, have a right to live.
The blades and the bullets kill us, yes,
But your silence is the greatest culprit.
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