Into The Blood; A Bee Stung On My Skin
Into the blood;
a bee stung on my skin.
I was only three.
It was a bad spell from the witch;
from the camp within,
the ground of Amieem.
In the north-north;
west of Yirol, East;
the sudd region, a grazing land.
There was only,
one to save me.
My caring grand-mother, Aneekthieec.
She commanded all;
the suspects to drive out,
the bad spell from me,
whose body was swollen,
from the bee sting.
They all came and gathered around me.
I was laid on the mat,
and they had to confess.
To justify if they didn't bewitched me.
It was in the afternoon,
but I was stung in the morning.
I was close to death.
Only to breathe my last breath.
But as the suspected witches,
justified their confessions,
I finally became fine in the evening.
And my grand mother's,
worries were settled.
It was for certainty;
the witch amongst the suspects,
withdrew the bad spell in 1996.
Until now no witch casted;
any ill spell on me,
anymore as I exist.
a bee stung on my skin.
I was only three.
It was a bad spell from the witch;
from the camp within,
the ground of Amieem.
In the north-north;
west of Yirol, East;
the sudd region, a grazing land.
There was only,
one to save me.
My caring grand-mother, Aneekthieec.
She commanded all;
the suspects to drive out,
the bad spell from me,
whose body was swollen,
from the bee sting.
They all came and gathered around me.
I was laid on the mat,
and they had to confess.
To justify if they didn't bewitched me.
It was in the afternoon,
but I was stung in the morning.
I was close to death.
Only to breathe my last breath.
But as the suspected witches,
justified their confessions,
I finally became fine in the evening.
And my grand mother's,
worries were settled.
It was for certainty;
the witch amongst the suspects,
withdrew the bad spell in 1996.
Until now no witch casted;
any ill spell on me,
anymore as I exist.
Copyright 3/March/2019. Lyrical Poet. Machiek de Machiek Akuocpiir Cayier
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