WITCHERY

WITCHERY   Dreaded hateful spirit of darkness Mother of miseries and painful regrets The blood of lamb is marked on our doors If your strength is what I have been told Then you have competitors and perfect march

In earthquakes, hurricanes, storms and tornadoes

And not to show us your wicked and destructive might.

 

I hear from the victims of fear and their relations

That you can fold the stretch tarred road Like a carpet rolled in and out for a king

You measure your height with the tallest tree

With falling flakes of showering light And change into anything in form and size Like fireflies, goats, sheep and vultures.  

When nocturnal meetings are called on death wish

Human preys are the lamenting tortured souls

Whose names were written with deep red ink

And buried in the hearts of Iroko and Ukana trees

They are sold for ritual sacrifice to appease the gods

For a feasting merriment which overshadows the sorrows of the dying

On Christmas and Sallah days.  

What is your gain in this superfluous feasting spree

I must confess, I do not know you

You are not in my world and never shall I be in yours

I can neither touch you nor see your face

You are only a frightful dream to the fearful

And to those who don’t want to accept their failures

Blame the other man and the aged in the village.

  My neighbor does see you in his dream

Standing with one leg and dropping some spells

He calls you the evil scientist, a professor

Whose technology opposes everything progressive.

You are a magical worker flying on a broomstick

Provoking worries of disenchanted world

Your killings have left the villages desolate.

  Your dark world reflects your dark heart You have never thought good of other people

Evil thoughts lurk in the corners of your head

You enjoy the downfall and sorrows of others

Don’t forget you cannot own the world By eliminating and dispossessing the good people That would have developed the community.
Don’t forget you were also born of a woman And subject to all laws of nature

Don’t forget that death is inevitable for all

It will come to take you away Not with chiming bells and grief of loss But with celebrated joy and happiness That marks the departure of an evil one