Burn the Witches

Burn the witches, burn these sorcerers, burn them all
Listen to their voices carry above the wind’s squall
They whisper sedition, they have treason in their being
And as their omniscience becomes less than all seeing
They grow blind to their own failings
Deafened by the sound of gnashing and wailings.
They cannot survive without murder in their hearts,
They grow malicious as they ritualise their parts
According to the history of conscious design
And as they preach the worship of the blind,
Of those who have sight and do not see
Of those who have hearing but do not hear
Of those who have taste but do not savour,
For the bitterness is greater than reason and fear.

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1. Orpheus . says:

   Who would have thought this poem was politically prefaced and deeply anti-totalitarian/communist?