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Bewitched
The chanting of a mob descends into the valley from over the hill in a sea of fire In a wave of belligerence stomp to awaken their own demons Wielding machetes and torches in the night high above all reason Resembling their master holding pitchforks making clear their intentions A rogue storm to target the evil they mirror in their own superstitions "She sent a bolt of lightning to steal my mealie meal I followed the trail of maize from the punctured hole in the bag Our children starve while hers grow fat of our sweat the witch Seeing them burn in return will reverse the spell And curse all her zombie offspring instead and see them off to hell..." "I also caught her bathing by the river with her serpent It rose on her command into a tornado to carve a patch of destruction It struck with venom through the village destroying all our homes, but sparing hers Swallowing our livestock now regurgitated in her kraal Her monkeys traverse our rooftops in the dead of night and haunt our nightmares..." The elderly woman and her grandchildren, locked in their hut, wept to no remorse Their screams barely audible over their victims' blood thirsty mob seeking justice She could not escape to safety nor was she given a chance to plead her case For she was accused of witchcraft, a crime for which once suspected, it’s enough to immediately sentence The innocent, with open ignorance and a lack of common sense to narrow mindedness 08-11-2015
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