Calumny for extortion
Bias confirmation by distortion

Pitchforks and torches in the dark
The unleashed hounds of hell bark

Unbeknownst, the grievant scurried
Foremost the truth is buried

A self-righteous mob clamour,
incensed by allegations gossamer.

'Tis true, the devil dwells within
Pray who? 'em Beguiled by spin?

In introspection lies the key,
but they smash the door, to see

the ominous figure, in a hood,
is but a lover of faith, and good

actions in pursuit of greater good
are the easiest to be misunderstood.

But before the monster in defence spoke,
defiant torches took the house in smoke.

Midst falling cinders dawned comprehension,
blood scrawled: “it lies in self-ascension.”