in the jungle

In the jungle

Don’t talk too much

Don’t call each other name

You will get lost

When you hear your name

Floating in your ears

The next thing you know

You will walk deeper into the jungle

You will walk in circles

You will find yourself get lost

In the dark green of the forest

Some may not return

Some will be found by the volunteers

Scouting the jungle in groups

Searching for the missing persons

Sometimes the lost persons can’t be found

They are hidden by the fairies

The naked eyes can’t see anything

I heard the stories growing up in the village

Of how during those years ago villagers went hunting

Some were lost as they went separately to hunt

Trapped by the fairies taking them into the deep jungle

Some were shot dead by friends thinking it was the wild boars

These were the stories narrated those years ago

Yet it still happens today

In the jungle

Don’t call each other name

Once you do the fairies will whisper in your ears

Once you listen to it you will be conned

Walking deeper into the jungle

Dead or alive depends on the search party

Don’t believe me?

We have one life to live

So, don’t take the risk

You will regret it