The bewitched continent (poem)

This beautiful continent is sadly a concentration

camp of bewitched souls

Its citizens, both young and old, are suffocating

from a deadly stench of curses

Its towns and cities, evil gangs and the spiritual

mafia have totally besieged

From north, west, south and east, its citizens are

desperate and bitterly aggrieved

This is a bewitched continent, its own people by

its own people are made to be poor

In this bewitched continent, it’s hard, tough and

rough for its own citizens to live

Those who try to make people feel relieved, will

soon be called the deceased

If you seek to make the beauty of life to be

cherished, your image will soon be tarnished

From one country to another, the common view is

the picture of the masses oppressed

This is a bewitched continent, its own people by

its own people are made to be poor

Its citizens are spiritually attacked, physically

abused and emotionally depressed

In this bewitched continent, any light that seeks

to shine, they quickly get it blurred

To think, its riches are unlimited but its people

drown in poverty, it gets you disturbed

In this bewitched continent, suffering has

survived, poverty has thrived and riches have died

This is a bewitched continent, its own people by

its own people are made to be poor

In this bewitched continent, the souls of the living

are mysteriously hacked

In this bewitched continent, exorcism of the

spiritually bound is dramatically faked

In this bewitched continent, in poverty, shame

and ridicule, the masses get aged

In this bewitched continent, the focussed, gifted

and talented unfortunately gets cursed

This is a bewitched continent, its own people by

its own people are made to be poor

In this bewitched continent, from every direction,

even innocent people get misled

Those who seek to care and represent the

oppressed, quickly gets misheard

In this bewitched continent, to live a better life,

moving abroad is the option preferred