“Fuck the bitches, fuck them all”
For if they win then we will fall.
Who’s truth is it that seizes the day?
Those who pursue power all the way?
The truth is what they want to hear
A soul is lost in her desire to steer.
Finding your way and staying true
Means all around will see the you
Who finds the way to stop the rot;
Burn the dreams that is her plot.
“Burn the witches, burn them all”
Stay true to you, remain full and tall.
Never repeat the evil of Salem’s hunt
Where a belief infected all in front:
They blamed the innocent of false harm
Hysteria shaped what should have been calm.
They have no real power the evil ones
Best to respond with our clever puns:
Remain out of their web, it can snare,
Yet even for her you must still care.
“Praise to women, praise them all”
For love is there, it’s their true call.
So when all is done, we will stay full
Of all the joy, having resisted the pull.
The pleasure of life is now here again
The burst of anger is back in the pen.
Don’t let the lure of an evil intent
Shape evil in you: you must relent.
Stay true to a calling of loving all;
In love our differences will all fall.
“Praise for her joy, love them all”
Let hatred go: enter into truths hall.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) Poetry for Business : Continuing Conversations. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. PRAISE FOR HER JOY, LOVE THEM ALL. Page Number 86.