Senators Poison Poem by stewart green

The witch in the circle
Hewn near the purple
Their powder white face
Filling up this place

A broken wing crow
Just another in the row
Smell from the candle
He looks like a drug vandal

Unholy sacrifice
Muti and spice
They kept moving
What are they proving

A young solider
Sword on his shoulder
Circle raiding
His blood on the paving

Of a foreign mother
Without aid of a Brother
He could not withstand
Died by their hand

Alive but yet dead
His blood on his own head
Sent to hell
There to dwell