Scorched Earth Social Policing

a thousand tragedies paned onto the community headlines slashes the idle spirits the wound enrages them to seek out sadistic glee for the sake to title themselves as 'woken.' pitchforks and torches raised looking for the guilty farmer with swift words and stories all the crops seared in the name of the mindless chase for "justice." “no god or jury; only us” the next day arrives new tragedies, sprouts new farmers to fight, old pitchforks and torches to light burning all but ideas immortalised by martyrs made from setting the flames not one man asks for the purpose of the hunt or be branded as “the problem” they walk the same burned soil refusing to admit that they are only casting flames on scarecrows to the new age cult criticism is blasphemy indifference is hatred