Day 19 - The Battle of Three Armies

I.
The day seems eternal and the night, hiding in its quarters
Neighbors to the south welcome alien males
Travelling in wood, floating on waters
Surely, they must be ill for no man can look so pale

Trickery, deception, an essential resource discovered
Human labor so cheap, almost worthless
More of these sicklings return each moon uncovered
Taking more and more away effortless

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This can neither be ethical nor moral
Something must be done to put this wave at bay
For far unto the sea, beyond the reef and coral
More lie in wait and ready to explore, only waiting to obey

II.
We refuse to trade our people for things easily given
We refuse to let our people suffer at their hands
We can hear their screams and wails through the walls even
And they rather gather to take what isn't theirs grandly

The only way to drive these idiots away is together
When you refuse to be cheated, they aim to destroy
Come let us show the sicklings who we are and not feather
We conquer the middle, this better than the battle of Troy

They come with sticks that throw balls
Surely, they have no balls to face their fate
We stand steadfast and tall
We are a proud people at a loosing rate

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III.
Our men are fighting for us, dying for us
And we sit here doing nothing waiting for the sicklings to claim us
No! No! I say, No! We are stronger than we look
We venture out unto the battle field, proud and hooked

We are warriors, we are fighters, we are women
Freedom isn't only for men or is it for sicklings
We should not allow ourselves be oppressed even by men
Birthed by us, men were boys once, and fishes, fingerlings

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I am Nana Yaa Asantewaa of the great Ashanti Kingdom
Let it be written down in the scrolls of history
That, we women, didn't sit idle to become mythical mystery
That we took charge and dominion fighting for freedom