We've been their prey, still spyed

For donkey years we've been trailed

The herds-cow, spying stars

Behind four footed mooo

In the stars, sun and moon


We've been spyed

Now we've been caught.. We prayed

Our flesh the scavenged

Our land they ravaged

Leaving us bear, ripping us apart


Our tears their tea

Our cries their music

Our anguish their victory

Our kids, sister, brothers... Their abattoir

Our pool of blood they ferried

On a voyage I hope they won't return


We call ourselves brothers

But no! They are murderers

Happily they pull their triggers

From Bronu to Benue

From Jos to plateau


The love quenched

The hate burned

Its a revenge

Vengeance must be taken!


©Akomolafe Rebecca