Sleeping in a glass house,
waking to throw stones.
Breaking down your peers,
And those you used to know.
Crucified by the boys in blue.
They’re on a witch hunt and they’re coming for you.
Bullying tactics that respond to critique,
our obedience is what you seek.
Meaningless arguments you weave like a quilt,
so progressive you don’t process your guilt.
shamed and silenced.
Up on the stake and we’re ready to burn.
The witch are ready to burn.
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