#No more killing
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Released on January 6th 2018.

A Poem dedicated to Farmers.

WHO SHOT MY COW?

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head in pains.

Shouts of joy, Christmas lights aglow in the sky,
Men with gold teeth merry as
Farmlands turn to burial grounds.

Politicians from the desert join soldiers who escort cows in meetings, held inside a rock they call power house.

Give a cup of salt to him, and
Pour a thousand litres of water on him, they say over a table full of impunity.

I saw Pythons dancing in broad daylight, crocodiles left their dwelling bunks, only to be smiling under our street light.
The rule of law is failing,
Sycophants are flattering and God is watching.

Can somebody please wake Fela up,
The living saint whispers.
Yes we need a voice! the man they call bossman shouts from the background.

She groans cynically as the question echoes from the corridor of power.
Who shot my cow? I don't joke with my pet!
He concluded superciliously.

Humans are lead to the slaughterhouse, while animals roam the city. Our local markets are filled with human meat on New year day, while goat meat is scarce.
A dispensation where it is easier to die than to survive.

They lied.
They said we will invest in
Agriculture.
Cohorts of vipers. They sent us to the farm and ambushed us.

Who shot my cow? He asked again.

She began to weep frenziedly.
Who are you? I asked with empathy.
I am a Nation where cows are valued more than Humans, she reluctantly replied.

Written by Prince Erondu Uche.
Secretary General Ohanaeze Ndigbo Ondo State Chapter.