Best Witch Hunt Poems

There was an old lady, a frumpy old bag
who people called horrid, a witch and a hag
And 'though she was ugly and danced 'mid moonbeams
all was not quite as it might've then seemed

Old-fashioned black clothing made her look quite strange
townies deemed her morbid- “dangerous, deranged”
But...

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Come now, this story is one to tell everyone, 
Come now, bring a handkerchief, you may just cry. 
Somewhere far away, a city stained by the sun, 
A witch lived in this town, and she loved a prince, oh my…

“I don’t need a magic to...

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They’ve all brought their picks, hoes, shovels and spades, 
Ready to dig a new hole,
And dig everywhere, no thought for what’s right, 
No thought for the truth they’ve been told,

About lies that were uttered, about not fitting in, 
About her lie to make her belong,
To...

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so i guess im a witch 
well thats all okay
cuz you never will catch me 
anyway

for i fade into mist
and i slide past your fists
with my magical twists 
do i even exist?

cuz i escape your grasp
with a single little clasp
of a tiny little glass
holding potions...

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Forego thy demons, none would be found here

Such guile belies the pleasure of the young

Until thy trials should rise of fact, not fear,

so will thy measure see the pious hung

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06/08/2018...

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The court room adjourned
No new evidence was learned
Taken thence and burned

By Robb A. Kopp...

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since may 2010,
before any kind of trial at all has taken place,
bradley manning rots in solitary 
confinement, 
“being denied exercise, any kind of social 
interaction & sunlight” as well as often 
“being kept completely naked”
clearly undergoing what some have rightly called
torture---
julian assange’s life is threatened...

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Student’s minds dried up
Nation’s test scores are spoiled
Hang the Teachers high


By Robb A. Kopp...

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Passing the Moon

Flies the wicked witch

Over the White House

Squatting on broom stick


Casting a spell 

Vigorously stirs the pot

Abracadabra 

Collusion it's not


Behind bars

Disciples pay the price

For the love of money

They are the sacrifice


In this witch hunt

Circulating Capitol Hill

It's the Salem trials

All over again...

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Witch Hunt We Will Go

On a witch hunt we all will go;
On another and another did go;
Looked over there;
Then everywhere;
Had found Trump and told you so.

Jim Horn...

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“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and call her your mother.”

A wilting flower and grass that’s mowed
Are...

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Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win 
(part 1)
 					By: J.R. Wren

A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what...

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Crumpling Paper
	By J.R.Wren

Caw, Caw, the voice is rusty and the fry will always be true
The crows don’t know a suit, a camera, nor a comma splice
War Machine MSNBC has messy hair and forgot to tie their shoe
Tariff money, the farmer’s due, and the Tycoon’s not...

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How Wiccans acquired a bad rep is not clear.
Misogynist bullies afraid of these women’s light,
A young teen with an ugly heart of jealous fear,
Might point a finger under cover of night.
But in Salem Massachusetts, hysteria came about.
When accusations were made by the ugly and stout.
Possibly...

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“Now listen to Nanny, while the nurse gives you a shot.
I’ll tie your hands fast, so you can’t throw a swing.
Potion injected will tend to burn hot.
Like and consider all people. And now go into the ring.”

“Would you like to come and stay at my...

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