A misfit beggar, an Indian slave
Because of lies went to their graves;
In Salem 1692
Rumors and targeted victims grew.
Foolish fears and imaginations
Spewed forth deadly accusations,
A barren slope called Gallows Hill
Is where witch hunters made their kill.
Patterns neat in fields of wheat
Across the globe appearing,
They made the news--we were confused,
Were aliens out there cheering?
It was a spoof, there was no proof
Of ET landing here,
Itís lack of education
That partners up with fear.
Taunting tongues in cyberspace
Can rip apart their prey,
Lies bring death, literally--
It happened just today.
These self-appointed judges
Play havoc with young lives,
Smugly they dismiss their wrongs--
Satanís heart within them thrives.
Bits in mouths of horses
Will help make them obey,
Rudders on sailing vessels
Help guide them on their way.
But little sparks set woods aglow
As the forest turns to ashes,
Much the same results appear
In those a vile tongue trashes.
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