Herdsmen or
hard-men?
Who are
these that slay without restraint?
Who are
these that thirst for blood?
Who are
these that plunder the land?
Their herds
destroy our land
Turning
fields of greens to grounds of ruins
And giving
our farms the semblance of siege
As if to say
the locusts had stricken
Their hearts
abhor our princely heads
They disdain
our natural rights to life
They rebuke
with the whip of death
Our courage
to query their heinous deeds
At their might miles of farmland were thrashed
In their
hands many a soul have ceased to breathe
Villages
were razed and races aborted
These are
not herdsmen but hard-men, the enemies of mankind.