It’s a tragedy,
“It is sad, but not uncommon,
It’s a story of an elderly healer”.
A story of a generous Eighty-three years old traditional healer,
Who knows how to stop children who cry,
Who knows good medicine for women after giving birth,
Who would gladly heal any patients who wish to be cured.
At the funeral of a seventeen years old girl,
By just touching the deceased’s foot,
Rumors had it on,
Hem Ty the traditional healer,
Might be a black magic caster,
Who murdered the girl.
Touching the foot,
Because he felt insecure,
He has to make sure,
The girl is dead.
Nobody had considered the possibility,
If it’s a reality or just a fantasy,
All they know is revenge,
Chain of acts of sabotage,
Was set off against Ty’s family.
The healer’s innocent dog was poisoned,
A stockpile of wood is on fire,
Not just any ordinary wood,
But wood for a new HOME SWEET HOME.
Knowing it’s your last day,
Running in fear is what you would do,
It’s the same for Hem Ty too,
Do anything just to be out of sight.
Two hours passed,
A gruesome discovery had discovered,
People fish and see fish,
But now they fished and hooked onto a shirt,
Not just a shirt,
But with a body,
Of a traditional healer,
With a head chopped and murdered with an ax.