Mosquito Net

Too often attacked we have been
By anopheles abominations
That roam black earth;
To suck, to suck and to destroy.
Born apyretic were we, until
we passed beside still waters-
Beside disease-giving
Vampire-toothed miniature hell hounds
Who sang merry songs in our ears
As we slept
And a straw put they
In our veins
To suck, to suck and to destroy.
We burnt incense in their honour
Thinking they were spirits
Of our ancestors who felt threatened
By Yahweh's Son and his doctrines.
We were wrong. Terribly wrong.
They only wanted blood. Nothing more.

So we gave them
What they wanted
Gave them one of their own-
We squashed him, and
His blood we gave them to drink.
Petty bastards!
They drank it all...
And still came after our sons.

So we gave them
What they wanted
Gave them one of our own-
We squashed him, and
His blood we gave them to drink.
Petty bastards!
They drank it not...
They accepted not our sacrifice-

The fool in a hurry
Drinks tea with a fork,
We should have bought
A moquito net.