The Herdsmen

The herdsmen... 

They are beings in form of cows, 
Hearts so dark and cruel, 
Cries touch not their pouch, 
They sip blood like it's a meal, 
Devouring livelihoods like it's realities real. 


Grazing on roads, 
Obeying them, as if traffic signs, 
To their errors, we dare not call, 
For their spare is ever near, 
To strike the peace we once most shared. 


In our toil they reign their foil, 
For to them, it's all but shame, 
In our toils they game and gain. 
And to them it's all that matters. 


Brain so dull, eyes so dim, thinking so shallow, 
Complexions so deceiving, 
Shepherds with knives not sticks, 
Seeking wars rather than wading in on the course for peace,
Waging terror and horror,. 


They are warheads for warmongers, 
They crave for blood more than vampires, 
Having no sanctity for the household of God, 
Spilling the blood of the innocent in the synagoues, 


Yet in all this, to faith we have prayed, 
Crossing our fingers,to God we wait, 
For power seems to slumber, till a knock murders their nap, 
Oh God save us we pray, 
From rampaging herdsmen. 


                             By:         Ezenwa Chinelo and Nzekwe Samuel.