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