Descendants of Cain,
Swans across the country,
In search of green meadows.
Shepherds culminating with their
flocks,
flocks,
Ganging up and spoiling
plantations.
plantations.
A nightmare to fields.
Foxes, big foxes,
That spoils the vines in blossom,
Making monkey out of it.
With rifles and swords in their
hands,
hands,
Shedding bloods of their victims,
Cruelty called security.
And the beautiful maiden called
green pasture
green pasture
Trampled upon by meowing cows
Not their sound but the
shepherds’.
shepherds’.
Looking onto drizzly skies
As tears gush down its clouds
Happiness runs down the shepherd’s
throat.
throat.
Mounting the greener pastures of
the western cities
the western cities
Drooling on forages planted within
vines.
vines.
Fulani herdsmen from the hovering
north.
north.
Beating their flurry fellow flocks
That grazes on the plantations of
oaks
oaks
With disregard to the farming
folks.
folks.
Descendants of Oduduwa,
Like cattle, flocked around the
mangrove
mangrove
In search of greener pastures.
Farmers ploughing the soil,
Ganging up and building
plantations.
plantations.
Weaving a food basket for the
clan.
clan.
Hunters in search of games.
Loaded with charms and amulets.
Out in the wild, they earn a
living.
living.
With rifles and swords in their
hands,
hands,
Shedding bloods of their prey.
And the biggest catch wins the
game.
game.
written
by Odetokun Elijah
by Odetokun Elijah
odetokunelijah8@gmail.com