Bound in blessings with the Left -
                 Brother Left!
Joined in patriotic love of country - fellow man!
        How we quarrel, quarrel, quarrel,
In pursuit of governing!
        Stars and stripes define our kinship,
Coupled by our common heirship
Providential comforting;
           Striving on, on, on,
         In the stately pantheon,
And respectful competition of opinions coalesced
       From the Left, Left, Left, Left,
               Left, Left, Left -
  From the striving and reviving of the Left.


        Hear the agitating Left,
                 Fearful Left!
Having aspirations of equality expressed!
        Notions quite inferior -
        Vaunting ours - superior!
From the birth of modern man
    The crown is ours.
God-anointed master plan
  Grants the bounty to the chosen ruling clan -
   Avatars!
           Rightful is our point of view!
Such a farce to claim equivalence in detinue!
   How undue!
   How untrue!
           Parity!?! They misconstrue!
Toleration? We eschew -
         And the thieving, and deceiving
           Of the Left, Left, Left,
         Of the Left, Left, Left, Left,
               Left, Left, Left -
  To the squeaking and the shrieking of the Left!


         Hear the loud and loathsome Left -
                 Traitor Left!
Behold their filthy claims of equity expressed!  
       Speaking for their people now,
       In a gruesome, ghastly growl!
Bellowing their heresies,
From their foul vicinities,
                  Blasphemies!
All the voices tell me that the Left is savage and insane,
All the faces sell me feelings of derision and disdain,
           Ceaseless refrain, refrain, refrain,
            Feed the chorus to sustain
That which makes me feel exceptional,
Castigating as contemptible,
      Anyone with views apart from mine.
            Oh, the Left, Left! Left!
Inhumane and demonized,
      Reviled!
How they dream, and scream, and scheme!
       How could anyone oppose
Righteous, pure and godly promulgated truth?
       Yet the chosen few persist,
Through the gnashing,
And the thrashing,
      ‘Owning Libs’ is sacrosanct;
Even though the mirror shows,
       The heaving,
And the seething.
       And the cowardice repeating,
Of the spinelessness - projected on the Left—
             On the Left—
     On the Left, Left, Left, Left,
            Left, Left, Left—
In the droning and the groaning of the Left!


          Hear the venom of the Left -
                 Evil Left!
Claiming equity of those awash in melanin!
Fetid fiends of arrogance,
Threatening our dominance,
       Damaging hegemony,
      Weakening supremacy,
Of the righteous, rightful heirs of kingdom come!
The heresies that they espouse,
      Causes panic to arouse;
     Evilness!          
    Oh! These wicked, loathsome creatures,
       WIth disgusting, grotesque features;
                 Vileness!
        And their preaching, preaching, preaching,
          In their pitched and putrid screeching,
Mutual inclusion teaching!        
          Oh, what awful, wretched swine!
     Having sold their own humanity
     For prolonged insanity!  
              The fools!
        Look at them! It’s not us, not me!
        Can’t you see? See!?! See!!!
                    SEE!
             Paranoia on the Left!
         How delusional they are,
             Maniacal are the Left!
          Spying on my ev’ry move!
          Telling lies, lies, lies!
          Being kind is for the week!,
             Tell that to the dreadful Left—
               The wretched Left -
          Telling lies, lies, lies!
          Selfishness in virtue!
            Hear the throbbing of the Left -
          Of the Left, Left, Left -
            Hear the sobbing of the Left;
          Telling lies, lies, lies,
            And they creep, creep, creep,
          Spying on me as I sleep!
            Oh! The mania of the Left -
          Of the Left, Left, Left -
            The hysteria of the Left,
      Of the Left, Left, Left, Left -
              Left, Left, Left -
  And the moaning and the foaming of the Left.

May peace and truth beguide my wounded soul
That tends and treats the sick with caring hands.  
Compassioned heart for mothers new, and ole,
And infants brought to bear within these lands.  

With bone and herb, and balm and flame, my trade
Is healing, birthing, mending. Berwick North
At Nether Keith I dwelt. No accolade
I sought, but honed my skills and blossomed forth.

Though widowed, I, with help of kith and kin,
Provided care and nourishment to those
Whom surgeons spurned or medics cast chagrin.
This tough but noble calling here, I chose.

These humble skills in time became revered,
Until the cold distrust of church appeared.

Until the cold distrust of church appeared,
Content was I, to toil through my days.
My truthful testimony volunteered,
When called upon to answer for my ways.

At Haddington I stood and spoke my truth,
That ne’er was dev’lish force about my dwell,
Nor thoughts nor will of evil. Nay, forsooth!
Tis virtue that beguides this mortal shell.

“A godly, humble, simple maid am I,
That tends the sick and lame with loving touch.
The wanton work of evil I decry,
And guard myself from Satan’s icy clutch”.

But far from calming fears of devil’s coup,
The Presbet’ry’s suspicion only grew.  

The Presbet’ry’s suspicion only grew
As I continued practicing my craft.
My prayerful, solemn words they’d misconstrue,
And scribe them as an evil, carnal draft.

“All kinds of ills that ever be, be gone!
Both more and less and all the mass - and stone!
And right the blood that reeked o’er truthful rood
Of forth and flesh and of the Earth and bone!”

By name of God and Christ, I conjure thee!
That binds and heals the sinew and the vein
That sin shall have no vex of malady
And cast away the putrid and profane.

As sabbats turn, and seasons changing tide,
Contrary winds would surely soon collide.

Contrary winds would surely soon collide
As James the Sixth’s ambition sought to claim
Dominion over witch or devil’s bride
Who’d threaten order o’er his vast domain.

On Hallows Eve the coven met, they say,
At Auld Kirk Green with witches dancing free.
Consorting with the devil fore the day
And sacrificed a cat to sink at sea.

By this I was arrested for the crime
Of witchcraft and a plot to sink the king
While sailing home with bride on seas sublime
Where ghastly winds and danger forth did bring.

Imprisoned now, in chains, awaiting fate
With torture’s looming fear yond prison gate.

With torture’s looming fear yond prison’s gate,
I steel myself for what may lie ahead.
With nerves alight, in silence here, I wait,
Consumed with ever growing sense of dread.

To dungeon cast where instruments of pain
Would tear my flesh and stab unto the bone.
Deprived of sleep, my thoughts became insane.
My will began to fade, my spirit flown.

Despite the searing pain and agony,
My innocence of evil, I maintained.
The torture did not break my sanity,
Until their searching left me unconstrained.  

When privy mark of devil came to view,
Confessed, I did, declaring charges true.  

Confessed, I did, declaring charges true,
And brought to trial swiftly on the morn.
I never would be spared from death, I knew,
When guilty I did plead, confession sworn.

At Holyrood the trial did commence
With charges read and evidence amassed.  
No counsel did I keep, nor recompense
In predetermined manner, judgement passed.

Convicting witches demonstrates the might
Of King, despite perpetuating lies,
Regardless of the sin of claiming “right”
While wrongfully convicted person dies.

But such is true of Christian powerlust
That soon I’ll be returning to the dust.

That soon I’ll be returning to the dust
Is fear and anguish, tormenting my soul.
To die by execution as I must,
I pray that God will soon receive me whole.

The rope ‘round neck was drawn for bringing death,
Constricted, strangled, held to agonize
And suffocated wind and air and breath.
Asphyxiating into my demise.

With final, fading vision seeing flames,  
My body, limp and hanging from the stake,
As fire consumes my flesh and fin’lly claims,
My life, my name, my truth, let none forsake.

A casualty of Christian wrathful toll,
May peace and truth beguide my wounded soul.