chasing money is the new witch

The Malay witches of my time

Those young years I had been through

When I was naughty my mother would say

“I send you to see the Malay witches

Let them make a magic out of me!”

In the young minds the witches would be

Stole the young minds caged them in

Let them stay quiet and obedient

No more playing truant and naughty

It was only in the young

The black witch-craft still exits today

The black art catering to the desperate

They are willing to pay to get their fills

But nothing is going for free

There is a penalty to be paid

Most will ask for love potion

The black art will be easily sold

I had seen how it happened

A normal person could turn mad

Without reason or justification

The person had a vacant stare

Hitting with sharp needles

Nothing would cause pain

It was just a plain blank look

The years of the young

They would behave when mentioning of witches

“Watch your legs, hands and face

Don't let the witches smell you are there”

The mothers would shout at the children

Let them remember the bad will be dealth with

The story of witches

I don't hear much today

Maybe there are many things to do

Chasing material wealth says it so

Leaving love and conquests in the back room

Chasing money is the new witch