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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