They Came As Butterflies
Men with butterfly clothes
came from the East
moving in iron snakes
speaking chicken language
stormed land of our ancestors
They came as jokers, play boys
now they have multiplied
as many as Safari Ants
we burn them with grass
but are fire resistant
we try black magic in vain
Their smoking sticks shout death
even our ancestors hide away
every time they are invoked
to fight with us side by side
they dug our foundations
our feet are rooted in the air
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