Plagues In Plateau

There have never been a day as dark as yours There have never been a night as sleepless as yours Let those who mourn mourn aloud For this is a time to cry Let those who weep weep aloud Till their voice are dried I heard some strangers killed your sons I heard your daughters are been raped I heard they've blackened your suns And left you in a sticky mud of pain I heard your husbands did not return Since they went to their farms I heard your wives were been stabbed Trying to save their own yams I heard you died for cows to live Conjugated into a shell of death I heard for a single cow's head Nine or ten of you go down the earth Yet I heard your were beaten by a stick I wonder what stick it could be Oh! its the new herdsmen sticks That has bullets in it Curse be the strangers that killed you Prophetically I speak Why have they chosen to kill you Rhetorically it seems