I stopped to see where all the glares were aimed. The vigilante pa**ers-by Watching the boy with guilty eyes As he was eyeing up his prey Another crime is on the way. In the dry, narrow minds Of the Witch-Hunt crowd Pa**ing judgments down On those who stray From the accepted ways She was elderly, and needed aid. "The doors stuck", she gently cursed. We watched his eyes fall on her purse. And the lady near me screamed As he reached across her sleeve And the blind lead the blind Amongst the Witch-Hunt crowd Pa**ing judgments down. With intent to save Another day The boy was hastily subdued His good intentions never proved. By the trite and unkind Dramatic Witch-Hunt crowd Pa**ing judgments down On those who may Pose a threatening way, In their mind