Anonymous ID: 7892de March 1, 2019, 7:32 a.m. No.5447904   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Rush:

Witch Hunt

 

The night is black

Without a moon

The air is thick and still

 

The vigilantes gather on

The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light

The faces are twisted and grotesque

Silent and stern in the sweltering night

The mob moves like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, calm in their right

Confident their ways are best

 

The righteous rise

With burning eyes

Of hatred and ill-will

 

Madmen fed on fear and lies

To beat, and burn, and kill

They say there are strangers, who threaten us

In our immigrants and infidels

They say there is strangeness, too dangerous

In our theatres and bookstore shelves

That those who know what’s best for us –

Must rise and save us from ourselves

 

Quick to judge,

Quick to anger

Slow to understand

 

Ignorance and prejudice

And fear

 

Walk hand in hand