CURS’ED ARE THEY ALL

Phil Roberts 1957 (Melbourne)



Witches haunt this dreadful land
And loudly bring to all our lives,
Great terror by both night and day
What they do cannot be right.

Like hunters swooping from the skies
They bring with them a searing fright,
These evil crones befoul this land
Upon this Godless, awful night.

With golden hair and features fair
Witches bring doom ‘pon a man,
Screeching, cackling, shrilling loud
Their image flashing ‘cross this land.

Screeching just like banshees do
They shrill and shriek half-fit to burst,
And at their mercy a lone man dares
To challenge them to, “Do your worst!”

But no-one stands up for the man
As witches besmirch aloud his name,
To bring doom on the ground he treads
Delighting in their evil game.

No mercy for this man is found
No hero stands up for his cause,
As beauteous witches shrill aloud
Until they screech with voices hoarse.

Residing now in foreign lands
They challenge him to, “Come on back!”
So they can torture, shrill, and shriek
Remorseless in their foul attack.

At Easter southern witches shrill
Louder far than any at Hallowe’en,
Shrieking, shrilling, spewing vitriol
More relentless than we’ve ever seen.

No-one can withstand their foul assault
Or dare to take them on alone,
Yet still, they challenge the poor man
To, “Come back now; come on home!”

O what damage will their shrilling do
A curse upon their blasphemy,
And so I loudly cry to them
“Let your chosen victim be!”

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

About this poem

The Lord, God decreed in the Old Testament, "A man must be deemed innocent until proven guilty!" Sadly God's law is no longer rigidly applied as trial by media lynches the innocent on a regular basis these days!

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Written on March 27, 2010

Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on July 06, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXXB XBAB XCDA EFXF CGXG XXDX XHXH XIXI XXCX EJXJ XXX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,454
Words 259
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3

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