With Torches Held High...

a witch hunt!

The village is restless, the villagers are scared.

There's a monster on the loose, bloody fangs bared.

 

They say, "never mind the proof, all will soon be revealed."

She must be made to pay for the truth that she's concealed.

 

So they light the torches and head out through the dark.

She's got to be guilty of something, this political matriarch.

'Release the hounds!' is their motto, said time and time again.

She may have the rest fooled, but they're morality's policemen.

 

"Be careful, men, don't trip over the truth," they all say.

"When it comes out, we need to stick together, and not betray

 

our ignoring of facts--if we just repeat our slight of hand enough,

it'll magically come true, like wishing on a star. It'll be tough,

 

this stumbling around in the dark--but, we'll slay the monster in the end,

and keep our village safe to fear in peace--as long as we don't bend!"