General Poetry posted February 3, 2018

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Herdsmen without borders.

Far From Truce

by Lloyd T. Okoko

Herds kept safe aside:
armed herdsmen hunt down humans;
wreck homes and farmlands;
drilling hot blood and plant sap;
far from food,but derision

Shrill cries rend the air:
as female folks ululate
the callous slaughter
of their husbands and siblings
far from war,but sneaky prowl.

Blood flows everywhere:
as territory hunters
whisk borders aside
wading through blood and limbs
far from embrace, but plunder.

Natives flee their lands:
for strangers to occupy;
as governments mope;
Drooling hatched solutions;
far from truce,but danger.

We had seen them graze:
for their herds seldom complain
of wearing out flesh;
often used up wandering
far for food,but growing lean.

Nothing goes for free:
for every land has owners;
expecting returns.
To your lairage O' herdsman :
for fodder fetched from traders.

When comes the respite:
for grazing to step aside?
When comes the lairage:
feeding individual herds;
far from fight, but fatlings.

Tanka Poetry Contest contest entry


One of the major problems confronting Nigeria as a nation is the problem of herdsmen without borders.
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