My rebuttal to military and political witch hunts
swamp fox, i forgot about your booby traps.
your snares that turned heartbeats to drumrolls.
your soulless pursuit of all you desired and lusted for,
your empower-mental tools at the expense of fools.
your decisive methods of charging "ruckus"
hellcat, Hecate you are, no apologies made thus far?
you've been doing this since Bethelham had a little star.
since Potiphar's wife desired Joseph, since Jezebel desired land
since god desired the blood of Sodom and Gommorrah,
on the angel of the "lord's" hand.
one faux after another is continued raca, ole swamp fox
must every stolen egg be blamed on one cunning little serpent?