The Witcher Parody: The African Ignominy Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

I see you gather before me...
hungry... terrified... Clutching your babes to your breast.
The rulers of the north has marched their legions into our lands... Laid siege to every fortress from here to the LeSo'tho Mountains…
Rabid and ravenous, they bite and bite away.
Men of the south, you stand at the precipice!
Your gods have failed you, so now you turn to the kins!
And yet you do not plead?
You do not apologise for your transgressions? Instead you wail,
"Why have our fellow men forsaken us? "
We must look into the trials we failed long ago!
In a time past, our world intertwined with another through an upheaval scholars call the Conjunction of the Cultures...
Our ancestors allowed unholy forces to slip into our domains.
The offspring of that cataclysm was the nefarious force called religion...
Yet we did not banish it, instead indulging in its vile teachings for our own contempt and illusion!
And the problems at our door...
the unholy relics of this Conjunction?
...the famine... the poverty... the diseases… the menacing incompetence?
Did we do something against them?
Or have we laid this burden on others? On so-called Priests...
Stray children taught the ways of vile religions,
their minds mutated through blasphemous teachings.
Sent to fight corruption, though they could not distinguish reality from illusion. The flicker of logic long extinguished within them.
Yes, their numbers have risen throughout the years. But still few actually wish to fight off the wrong and corruption in our lands,
offering their bloody work for coin.
To this day they shame us with their very existence! The south bleeds, flogged by war and racism! The battles are the ancestors whip, chastisement for our naiveté!
And let us not forget the terrors, the scourges from beyond our continent! "The Super Powers" rules our economy every year!
The dark Super Powers enslave our children into hopeless occupations!
Some say they herald a second mass slavery!
Can we chart a course back into the light?
Will we find the strength to banish the incompetent politicians and priests from our countries?
Unite around the warmth of the Eternal Fire?
Nigh is the Time of the Spear and Axe!
None will fight this war in our stead!
Nigh is the Time of Madness and Disdain!



(Adapted from The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt 2015, opening speech)