The
witches fly
Out
of their forest
The
black art of their kind
The
power they sold for a price
The
warlords of falling regime
They
can't stand living in misery
The
pull of the gravy train
They
hear it often in the nights
The
publicity wagons
It
rolls out in the open
The
newspapers and televisions
Open
bribery the feeding of cash
The
pages of advertisements
The
conjuring of magic in paper dolls
The
falling grace has been marked
Over
5 decades they forget
Now
the time to change
Majority
waiting for the day
The
air of anticipation
The
witches know they have lost the game
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