Witch Hunt

In days of old when the full moon past,
Magic and sorcery were the words of the vast,
A maiden would run praying this madness pass,
Burnt, tortured, or off with their head.
It was ego or prestige the stories that fed,
A liars tongue that wanted them dead.

Today's the same we use a different dread,
They use technology to peer in your head.
Delve and poke nothing to shame,
To them it's merely a game,
To watch where you go and mess with your head,

To steal your belongings and destroy what's said.
Then laugh and say it's all in your head,
Where'd he go, what was said,
They found the body floating in a river Pronounced dead!
            
                                          I am Zero