Burn Baby Burn

From near and far the cynics traveled To watch the accused and spellbound burn Tied to the poles in mounds of straw Centrally located for all to spurn Potatoes tossed a rock or two Rotten fruit and spit and ale The crowd screamed and yelled Unbeknownst to the accuseds’ Tale “Burn Baby Burn” in unison they screamed Light the fire burn them all add another bale Death was fast screams were loud No one stopped this cruel charade For pain and torture abounded vast Cruel indecent a heartless tirade When the embers cooled in the morn Of the rise of sun of the following day A vacant plot of land was picked And the ashes cast and thrown away