Just like they played when they were kids Running in circles in joy Throwing hands in the air Shouts and shouts of joy Boots covered in sand and mud Throwing themselves in the mud Hair, face, and body covered in mud Till the sky becomes dark.
It was that time of the year again The time to let loose and play The time to be children again They ran out in excitement Now fully grown adults, they left To cover their whole body in mud Oh! What a time to be alive!
They felt a rush of adrenaline Bursts of laughter and dance The three ladies played and played Throwing themselves in coal Throwing themselves in mud It was like the years before, The years when they were kids.
Then they were bundled away By some strong hands, without a face Controlled by a big woman She looked like an animated character Her face so unreal, with her wicked brows They felt like animated kids in a show Chased by a wicked stepmother Only this was real, they were being kidnapped.
Then the strong hands dropped them In a hall filled with pot-bellied men They were kidnapped for pleasure The pleasure of ugly pot-bellied men Their mouth was stuffed with chicken Their cups were filled with wine It was a party, a party of doom.
So they slipped and ran In the midst of the chaos, they found away They heard a loud voice behind them It was the big woman, her eyes stuck out in anger But they ran and ran and ran Their body still covered in coal and mud They looked like mad girls, still, they ran.
They ran into a small community A community of mad people They played mad to fit in One of them got frightened of the mad She turned back to follow another route But the remaining two continued They let out shouts of the mad while they walked The mad people turned and saw them They knew they were not one of them But they let them pass, for they saw the fear in them.
They were almost home, but one stopped Go ahead Hulu, I'm too dirty to go home. I'll wash here. The girl said to the other. The other girl went ahead. She could see her home She was relieved to be home alive Away from the big woman and the strong hands Away from the pot-bellied drunk men Away from the mad Home, where she is safe.
Her best friend brought her freshwater She took a fresh bath from her hair The girls gathered around her They wanted to hear all about the play Their whispers clouding her mind Whispers of the dangerous play Whispers of her escape and survival She heard her best friend's chatty voice She chatted as she helped her with her bath And as the mud went off her body She wondered what a play it was A childhood play turned to soar A play of doom!