The Witch Hunt

 The sky in the north
Blazes blue and red
My mind fills with darkness and shades of dread
As the different thinking man is marched away
The time has come for him today
Very soon now his living mind
It will be cold and dead
The witch hunt is filled with fear
As the crops wilt and disappear
And the different among us here
Will be singled out to be taken away
By heads filled with the evil thoughts
That a strange man’s eyes and unkempt beard
Have the power to blight their seeds some way
So the axe is sharpened and the hooded man
Stands ready for this bloody plan
For the darkness has come again
Fit in or it will be your end
Being different will mean your life
As your neighbor and his harridan wife
Point fingers of blame your way
While their hearts should be filled with shame
They rejoice the cut of the vicious blade
And they watch and they pray
As the sky in the east brings forth its stars
And a different believing man will learn to die
For their ignorance and their pointed thoughts
That he is to blame for the arid sky
The witch hunt is alive once more this day
With gossip and whispered blame
And what the different man holds dear
Will be taken from him here
As his head rolls away
They look forward to a brighter day
That will never come since we’ve destroyed the rain
That will never come since we have covered our eyes
In the past we took what we could take
And the future man will rue the day
That he thinks a different way
As the witch hunt arises again
And the axe is raised again