Inquisition…

Not from my point of view or my position,

Torture & pain the infliction,

Fear & flight there is only,

Revealing is the investigation,

Not able to withstand close inspection…

Scrutiny done be a leader of none,

His job he did partake to be mostly fun,

Mayhem he did indulge in,

Take he did even his only son,

Landowner was he, why he got the job,

Only one to be trusted to make them sob…

Kill them all; let the lord sort them out,

Those that are witches or even slightly about,

Breed fear in the populace; make them move out,

Take their lands, their livestock, their children thrown out…

Fear of the whip, the fire so high,

Bringing death from the skin burning on the bone,

Alive they need to be burned, chasing the evil out of their home,

Who says they are evil, they may just need to be grown,

So many dead, so many killed,

Will the inquisitor find refuge within the gates,

Of heaven when he does go on himself,

Or will he burn in the fires of hell, finding out too late…

                © ed – 3/30/04