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You said to me, �How can I be so mean?
I hurt the ones I love with every turn.
I have no regard for those I have seen
struggling to untie the knots that burn.
Fighting for their lives against the rope,
I have no desire to help them win;
I join in the roar with an inkling hope,
�Let the witches hang!� it�s a somber din.
My sister, Mother - even my brothers
fight to keep themselves, their wives alive
and yet I care not for any others,
just so I can keep the fear outside.�
And I reply, �You are the witch!
and now each other�s places switch.�