The People Who Burned Them Alive

The people who burned them alive

The people who piled the logs high

The people with pitchforks to the sky

The real slaughterers, the real abusers, the real rapists, the real murderers

They lit the fires

They condemned innocence to death

They killed the healers, the gifted, the different, the marginalized

The beaters, the screamers, the accusers, the condemners

Marched to same drums, beating the same beat

They took their high and mighty seat

And provoked and twisted reality until their victims could not breathe

The real sinners, the real perpetrators, the real evildoers, the real demons

And today, the witches survive

The legacy of an historical cry

For justice, for truth, for wrongs to be made right

The gifted, the thinkers, the question askers, the lions that rise

They are alive

They are alive

They are alive

The magical, the different, the healers, the truth seekers who don't hide

They are alive 

They are alive

They are alive

They hear a different drum, they do not run and hide

Fear cannot control them

As they feel their ancestors screaming in the fires, ALIVE

The risers, the doers, the world changers, the shifting in the tide

They are alive

They are alive

They are alive

They speak the truth, they roar it from the roof

They march, they speak, mouths free to dispute

A fire still burns so hot on the inside

The witches, the sorcerers, the shamans, are now calling on the light

The children of the witches you burned alive

Are speaking to you now

Live your life and rise

For the innocent, for the injustice, the truth and the changing tide

Do not become the people who burned them alive