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Mar 2019
Mounds of earth, mounds of earth,
Weighing down atrocities of terror,
Cut down in their prime,
Mowed down in their sleep;

One day, farmers,
Carved up, chopped up
The next day, cattle breeders,
Shot down, clobbered down;

A limb for a limb,
Toe for toe,
Mother for daughter,
Son for father,

Mass resting places,
Sit atop the plateau,
Home to many unknowns,
Poor victims of ignorance.
In Nigeria, Fulani cattle breeders and Middle belt farmers have been at war over generations and only more pronounced by political colorations, and the gort stories made prominent by globalisation. There's no genuine intention on the part of government all federal level to stop attacks and repraisals, some state governments appear to profit from the conflict while others are still a loss. But the numbers keep piling. SHAME.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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