Dear helmsmen
Your attitude to the assault on our kinsmen
By the heartless herdsmen
Portend for our country a foul omen
As you endlessly make a claim
And baselessly proffer a blame
By calling the departed a name
And leave our villages in flame
While the farmlands burnt to ruins
Perhaps, with the plot of the Midland to clean
Busy, you danced in the Eastland like a newlywed queen
In a rally for their votes, the duty to which you are keen
Ah! Blood here, blood there; there is blood on your hands
E'en as you stroll the blood-stained land
Leaving us to wonder whose concern you bear
The herdsmen's or kinsmen's, O helmsmen!
Adegbilero-Iwari, Idowu
In concern for the deaths by the Fulani herders and failure of governments to care.
