Witch Hunts

I miss those days -- you know, it's kind of funny --
when witchhunts were so few and far between.
The target would most often be a granny,
a mean one, one that everyone was keen
on getting rid of anyway, good riddance,
rewarded by a parcel of her land:
why not, for service rendered, just a pittance,
symbolic, as it were -- you understand.
But nowadays, the witches are ascendant,
and with them come, inevitably, hunts,
it's to the point we seem to be dependent,
confronting them, accosting on all fronts,
though I'll admit, a certain question itches,
that maybe, after all, we are the witches.