In the middle of the night,
In a twenty-first century world
As I walk home from a delayed party
Came these three women
They sat on broom sticks
But if they stood in the air
They would fly freely
GIVE US YOUR LUCK, they said
IT IS SO STRONG AND WE ENVY IT
WHO ARE YOU? I requested
WE ARE THE THREE WITCHES
MOST DANGEROUS AND FEARED AMIDST ALL HUMANITY
AND WHAT HATH I TO DO ABOUT THAT?
ARE YOUR DAYS NOT LONG GONE?
GONE?! NEVER GONE!
WE ARE THE STRONGHOLDS OF THE BLACK NATION,
THE PILLAR THAT HOLDS IT FIRM TO THE EARTH
THE DRIVER THAT DIRECTS ITS PATH
YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN
WHITES CAME AND TOOK OVER US LIKE A FLOOD BRING DOWN TREES
THEY ENSLAVED OUR FATHERS AND RAPED OUR MOTHERS
THEY TOOK OVER OUR LANDS AND TOPPLED OUR GOVERNMENT
THEY BROUGHT TECHNOLOGY INTO OUR LANDS
AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU NEVER DISCOVERED
AND WHERE WERE YOU THEN?
SHUT UP! They yelled
YOUR GRANDFATHER – EKPOKOKAN
PAID US SEVERAL HOMAGE
HE SACRIFICED TO US FOR HIS PROTECTION
WE GUARDED HIM NIGHT AND DAY,
AND HE SAID WE COULD HAVE YOUR LUCK,
GOOD! I replied
THE LUCK YOU REQUESTED, YOU NOW HAVE TO PLEAD?
DIED UNDER THE GUNSHOT OF THE WHITEMAN,
AFTER SERIES OF BULLET RESISTING CHARMS
HE FELL LIKE A TREE
JUST BY ONE BULLET
EKPOKOKAN REFUSED US A MEAL,
AND WE THEREFORE LET HIM FALL
YOU SHALL GET NOTHING OF ME. I yelled
There was a pistol in my pocket
It was to be for the bad guys
And here are no good guys
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Three shots had escaped the gun
The creatures did not fly away
They were now lying on the floor
With liquid seeping out from them
I check again
They have become deprived of life!!!