Farmers and Herdsmen Clash: A Call to the Police

In the fields where the crops grow tall,
The farmers work, they answer the call.
But in the bush, the cattle roam,
Herder and cow, they make their home.
But the clash, it come like thunder’s roar,
As farmers shout and herders score.
Land wey dey fertile, land wey dey dry,
Now we see tears in every eye.
The cattle wander, trample the farm,
Turning green fields into harm.
Farmers cry out, for their hard work lost,
But herders dey fight, they no go pause.
Na when police show, the tension rise,
Who go bring peace, who go hear cries?
Some say the law must firm stand tall,
Others believe na confusion for all.
For every clash, the sirens wail,
But justice seems to fail.
Police dey try, but who dey stand,
Between the farmers and the herders' land?
Where’s the solution, where’s the way?
For peace to reign, what role must they play?
Nigeria Police, this time no be joke,
Make we all come together, no provoke.
In unity, we need you strong,
To stop the clash, make peace prolong.
Farmers, herders, let us find a way,
Nigeria Police, help us today.