Albino Muti-lation

Spreading plague of killings,
Displaced machete rage,
Witchdoctor counts his shillings,
A master of his stage,

Passing down muti notions,
Grinds up albino bones,
Tomorrows lucky potions,
He sits on makeshift throne,

Harvests tiny body parts,
Pigment free angels o' doom,
They run out of human martyrs,
Desecrate concrete tombs,

Nothing wasted except pale lives,
Fishing nets cast with white hair,
Limbs hacked off with rusty knives,
Into bloody rivers of depair,

They are the ghosts cartoon-wide eyes,
Curly blond hair upon their heads,
Suffer for superstitious lies,
The ghosts,the living dead

Sunlight reflects on white eyelashes so pure,
Teardrop falls and illuminates the pain endured....