Крugh! Kpugh!!
Anger of the gun
Coming to burn
Hunting to kill
They bring rifles
Knives and matchets
Like in the days of old
They rush upon us unawares
Burning , shooting, killing…
Desperately, we pack our belongings
Running, screaming, hiding…
Sometimes no time to save
We race in haste to save only a soul
Kpugh! Kpugh!!
They come, burn our huts
Put dead our peace, and ruin our homes
Make desperate our lives and kill the meat
Cruelly demise our young and disable the strong
We unwillingly live with the wild And feed with birds
They grant us shameful deaths
And make spirits unrest
As they wander in anger!
Kpugh! Kpugh!!
* It was written on my way from Benue to Abuja in April 2011, during a Tiv-Fulani crisis.
