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It's purely an imaginative write up based on hearsays and headlines.......From my new upcoming project REHAB(social-misfit), I present SCARECROW.

I am a descendant of Adam, I've eschewed violence
I till the soil until it brings forth my daily bread
I offer protection to my crops like the hair on my head
From the herdsmen and their herds.

It was a peaceful quiet night till their arrival
Arrival neglected of grazing but killing
Bloodshot eyes in vengeance, hands clutched to daggers
Wise enough I saw the film, before it screened out.

They passed my farmland unoticing my hideout,
they headed for the settlement and my ears burned
They slashed as red liquid splashed on their face,
Screams for help was reciprocated by lethal laughter
Then the machetes did scatter, bones cracked,
Eyes said goodbye to this era of change.

My eyes rained as I saw my boy kiss the ground,
My legs swift towards my wife as she knelt on her pretty gown,
With my machete in hand, deadly intent towards the one in front,
He just went down to his paradise, before I saw the cut,
My wife's departure was adrenaline, and my spirit also knew no fear
Engaged in warfare with anyone who came close, and heads did roll.

All round me was a bath of red liquid, death had eaten a good meal
And my service was placing enough herdsmen on his menu,
I fought with all my strength until I had nothing left,
Kneeling to the ground I saw the lifeless plenty,
All round was more bodies counting up to seventy,
I don't know my number but I looked towards the sky,
A searing hot pain across my neck and all I saw was pitch black..