by Nick Gisburne
Nobody mourns at the grave of the witch
All of us damaged by what she has done
She is the acid, the evil, the bitch
Mother of misery, scourge of the sun
Death is the bounty, the price on her head
Nothing but ignorance honours her name
Ever we suffered until she was dead
Now we are free at the sunset of shame
No one could shatter more spirits than she
Striving to fracture the futures she cursed
Sip from salvation, the sweetest of tea
Dance as the poison, the pain, is dispersed
Broken, the barbarous bitch we despise
Buried, the venom, the hatred, the lies
