Puritains of greed

They looked behind the closet  
quoted texts from the good book
where was the evidence to indict those so dishonest ?
innocence never to escape a baited hook
 
Did they fly on broomsticks high
sack and cloth of scriptures vent
 paranoia is the stream that undermines
the curse, that saw justice's so blind intent  
 
The power to bend and distort
make the pact in the vein and pulse
not honest but deception, the laws escort
the devils work; did just result
 
To advocate, a brew of civic hate
not straight and narrow, a path astray
that there may be another doctorate  
one that would nor choke and subjugate
 
In the caldron of the courts behest
eye to eye and heard the charges read
the devils pact, all evil deed's attest
all guilty; let no one be misled
 
The crowd outside, baying out for blood
agitators shouting, time to stretch their necks
show no mercy spoil the child and spare the rod
the gallows with its tall derrick
 
In Salem's square they lead them out  
the noose its bounty, no spell could break
hanging like black carrion, for all those that doubt
assumption, and not questions; to kill for killing sake