Eye of newt, toe of frog, owlet’s wing; all three are overrated
For to a much more bitter poison we are all fated.
One deteriorating ozone layer and one case of global warming
Hundreds of dying soldiers and one awful war forming.
Uncensored animosity and crime
Invisible children living in filth and grime.
Unexplained shootings filling the fortresses of education
Everywhere: starvation, poverty, and deprecation.
Cancer, AIDS, and illness wasting away the lives of millions
Rape, murder, and suicide taking the lives of billions.
Spilling blood we create the ingredients of our own venom
Destroying all, we become our own phantom.
Fresh from the cauldron the toxin was brewed
And from there all darkness ensued.
For each and every one of us picked up our own spoon
And under the blinding glow of a harvest moon
We let the virus spill over our lips and down our throats
And in our stomach it sunk like abandoned boats
And the spell was cast.
Double, double, toil and trouble.
Triple, triple, strife and rubble.