The Witch Hunt
Under a harsh winter moon
Rumours fly out of the blue
Someone's done something, we know not who
But you seem likely, we'll pick on you.
Accusations they swoop around
Not a shred of evidence to be found
Only hearsay and paranoia
Just enough to destroy her
A cold wind blew the fateful night
Her persecutors took her life
How she cried to be saved
But took her innocence to a shallow grave.
See it was her! We knew we were right
The villagers danced and laughed with delight
But Karma wasn't quite finished yet
Sick with guilt the real culprit confessed
Be careful, you can't turn the clock back around
Once an innocent body lies dead in the ground
So always remember the witches rede
What you give out comes back times three
carol ann lewis 2021
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