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My brother wrote this poem about witches and wizards. Might be of help to you.

Witches and Wizards

The witches are not
Only those who feed you shit and
Make you drink their old urine
Voraciously at night dreamily
Assuming a wonderful meal
These are old school witches.

The wizards are not
Only those who cut your hair at night
Wrap it inside your cloth
And nail it to a village tree
Presumably to tie your progress
Their ways are outdated.

The witches are not
Only those who make you
Cry at night in your sleep
When they open and shake
Their shitty butts in your face in
The witches dance of the forest
Their methods are obsolete.

The wizards are not
Only those village old men
Who are to blame for
Every sickness in the village
Every poor harvest of the year or
Every dead man or woman
Brought home for burial
Their thinking is myopic.

The witches are not
Only those who change to owls
In the dead of the night
Flying and perching on rooftops
Hooting and shrieking alarmingly
Calling you out from your sleep
They are still lagging behind.

The witches and wizards are
Those city men and women
You call brother and sister
Friend or acquaintance
Sir and madam
They are the witches and wizards
Who block your chances at success
Dread them with all your might!