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| The Witches' Brew We've read when Shakespeare's witches walked the land to lure with words for those who'd heed. They'd chant and talk of what we dreamed, they stirred up our irrelevant complaints and listened showing gleed restraint to thoughts trite and absurd, They fueled our wants with poppycock. The scheme of things, in life and death, they're not our first concern. We take for granted our next breath and will we never learn be kind to each other here? We must not drink the coven's beer. Examine and discern, avoid the pitfalls of Macbeth. Ambitions drove his moral code, he withered into sin. He let his noble heart erode to gain himself a win. When win he would by doing good, upholding truth, for once he stood, not heed the witches' grin. Beware, sidestep the tempting road. Our petty troubles can extend our energies and time. We worry, fret and try to bend our lusts to seem sublime. Instead, let's care for those in pain, give aid to victims of the rain, and boost up those who'd climb. Don't drink the witches' brew, the end. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼ |
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