Conflict Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

It came like a wind, and stopped, and stayed, not like the wind,
Looking around like a ghost, and faster than a thief,
Settled and take a place.
Still looking around like a ghost, saw one, and less than a twinkle of an eye, goes for it.
Like that, all is taken.
Still look around like a ghost, want a place for it trade,
Open it bag, and in it is double edge sword,
With it, stroke a rejected deal,
It says, 'witch-Doctoring is evil: stop it or you die.'
It says, 'here is my Medical Doctoring' take it.

A barren woman goes to the witch-doctor, and the witch-doctor said; 'do this, and do that, eat this, don't eat that. Pay this, don't pay that, you shall be a mother, '
Instead of going to God!
It says; my hospital, and then a barren woman goes, and the doctor said, 'pay this, buy that, eat this, don't eat that, sleep this way. Not that way. I tell you madam, you shall be a mother,
Instead of going to God!

My witch-doctor and your medical doctor, ain't they same?
It preach God, and on the Medical Doctor, it believe.
I preach God! And on the witch-doctor, I believe,
Why not God all through?
Magician, Native Doctor! Both are the same!
Medical, witch, both are the same.

Yours is civilize, mine, uncivilized, so you said, civilization, that I gave you, now am not civilized?

Well...