The land mourns her own, The children turned men she raised Patiently shielding for years Feeding and clothing for decades, Years, months, days, hours Even the expected ones in the wombs; Cut down within minutes, Never to rise again, By psychopaths who think themselves warriors, What true warrior attacks defenceless homes, What true warrior gives no room for self defence, Sneaking in on unassuming mothers, children, fathers. True warriors war to defend home and hearth, Not cattle and animals created for man Whose worth to them stands ahead of man Their brain working backwards As to place a cow before a man. Who gave psychopaths the right To choose our valley, Lay claim on it and slaughter its occupants? The ones who welcomed them like bothers, Gave them wives and married their daughters. The One who watches from on high, He judges justly The one who sows corn, Will reap corn, The one who digs a pit Will fall in, The one who breaks a hedge, The serpent will bite. The very cup of judgement has filled up And divine justice descends, Every ear that hears this pending judgement will tingle, The Benue valley mourns officially today.