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Witchdoctors

Witchdoctors

The poor child groaned

while his mother moaned

''Ah, he's possessed,

Oh, he's been bewitched'',

Superstition bemoaned. 
To the witchdoctor she sped

and was back with murky potions

such yucky stinky lotions

Those mythical concoctions

The woman obeyed the wily witchdoctor

Placed belief in that traditional healer

and the poor child still groaned

but his mama no longer moaned

After two days of tribal treatment

and no lessening of predicament

she thought he needed something more potent

When all it turned out to be was a toothache dent!

But she would hear of no dentist

Like all quacks her witchdoctor 

had fooled her five senses

For his spells and his chants

held her too in a trance

Quite a weird weirdo is he

Beware the medicine- man!

That devious cunning shaman

Beware that vodoo magic and witchcraft

That so survive on the gullible and the daft.

Yet I was warned to be wary of pharmaceuticals too

They too can be harmful chemicals in the long run for you
 

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Marion Price

A very great truth here...nicely written 🌹

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Tony Taylor

I Like the fact that this offers up some VERY insightful poetic truth......a kind of poetic advice that surely will withstand the test of time!!........ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet brother!!...... Love & Rockets!!.......T xo.  : )

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Poet sister it will be, I'm a lady .... Thanks soo much for your fine super review! 🌺

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Angel

Very well written and explained  especially liked the last tw,o lines, 
oh so true angel

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Warm thanks for nice comment, glad you like the last two lines, the big pharma can be devious too. 🌺

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Halo Pain

Excellent poetry here, I love the relatability from such an abstract theme, great work. 

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Edward Williams

Great work strong message.with cleverly executed metaphores and simelys

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