The cucking stool

To the so called men
Or judges who dared
Ever to say
Healing caring women
Should suffer and should pay
The obtuseness and stupidity
Of men who thought they had
The right to torture healers
Their aloofness more than sad

Such ignorance of tenderness
Soulless heartless creeps
Apathetic and incurious
Such evil surely reaps
The anger of the gods
For these men let HELL
Be where
They exist in utter agony
As cinders of despair

All of them who dared
To use the infamous cucking stool
Let them never pass away
I want to know they drool
All their blood and feces
From their violent souls
To have ever drowned those angels
To have taken on such roles
Of abuse for in their suffering
Every spell they cast
It be a waking nightmare
And not just from the past

Their family tree shall not forget
The evil that was cast upon
Those gentle women of the craft
Who in their wisdom carried on
Fearful of the malediction
the hideousness and barbarity
The arrogance and evilness
Against those gifted
knowledge
And their roles
In perpetuity

Were clearly that of healers
Using plants and alchemy
These were the real angels
Treated with such infamy
Born of magick
Hewn of spirit
Reputable and dignified
They held reverie together
Such knowledge gleaned
From far and wide
They rode the skies
As angels certain
Their dynasty and lineage
Far above the so called judges
gentle and so very wise

Do not look down on healing women
That loathing ever Found its way
Into sad hearts whose helpfulness
Whose responsiveness was everyday
Liberal and good and decent
Sympathetic always benign
Who were always Samaritans
Their generosity was a sign
Missed by all the misanthropists
The callous ignorant arse oles who
Black hearted treacherous dullard
Menfolk
Whose every thought was well askew