Come to May
Live with us in July
Fight with herdsmen like child's play
Our able bodied men fight to finish
To secure fatherland but two of five bare lie.
Evil they've done us
We welcome their cattle,
Thorns to our flesh.
We welcome their meat,
Since then, morning we die
Living wounds are like laughter, so surplus.
At twilight their bloody knock came,
Troubled brother we thought,
They came in,
Saw us lying bare
Our bones were conquered,
Leaving us many living wounds.
We would've ne'er wished to:
Sending their cattle away.
We would've ne'er wished so!
As our crowns owed them debt,
Indeed, pounds of flesh,
And our land befriended them with sweet graze.
When we cry for justice,
Sceptres would say, we are day-dreaming,
To this effect brother listening
We will wake up on grazing bill.
It is no madness at all!
Later in the evening, after the fresh flow of red waters;
From our able-bodied youths,
Later, after devouring our flowers and,
Deflowering them all,
Later in the last belated late evening after rainfall,
Of annihilation and decapitation...
They would love us to confide in them that woefully failed,
Giving us token, yes! for the maim meted;
That is sleeping and snoring inside our bone marrows.
Oh! Offspring, sight well the herdsmen, ne'er befriend them;
They left in us deep living wounds.
Udekwe, Chikadibia Johnmary.
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