Abatwa

Abatwa

Tiny people,

In the grass

Riding on giant ants.

Don’t answer them directly,

If they ask about their size.

You must lie,

It just might be the last time

Anyone will see you alive.

They are sensitive,

About their size.

So, if you wound their ego

You’ll meet your end

At the tip of a poison arrow.

-PPM

Abatwa

Klein mense,

In die gras,

Ry op reuse miere.

Moenie hulle direk beantwoord nie,

As hulle vra oor hul grootte,

Jy moet lieg.

Of is dit dalk net die laaste keer wees,

Einigemand sal jou lewendig sien.

Hulle is sensitief oor hul grootte,

As jy hul ego wond,

U sal aan u einde voldoen,

Aan die punt van ‘n gifpyl.

-PPM