Suffer Not A Witch VII

   
O! sick-le moon eclipsing sun  
Hark! How dark  
these invernal days become!  
   
History repeated;  
lessons unlearned  
   
How many witches  
will you NEVER take  
re-spon-si-bil-it-y  
for having burned  
   
At the stake    
blind eyes turned  
by hypocrites    
   
Mass hysteria perpetuated  
stoking fears, distracting focus    
with smoke and mirrors---  
that's the trick  
   
It's  
nothing short of  
fucking sick  
   
Hark, how dark    
these invernal days become  
   
O, sick-le moon  
eclipsing    
sun