King of the road, 440
Eating our produce.
Sikira oniwo,
Goes spreading terror.
Jokes we cracked,
We ne’er flee lorries
Cattle we would
440 + 220 for.
Fear of cowherds
Begins one’s wisdom.
Modernised they are
AK47 a-plenty.
In their wake.
Poor farmers they leave,
Some dead, others wounded,
Farms and dwellings burnt.
Thus goes humanity,
Where’s food security?
They are winning,
Another colonising!
@ as 012518