Citizenship of Evil

On arrival
after a long
involuntary journey
I was met
by the wicked
Witch of the West.

I complained about her to my neighbors
among whom was Glenda the Good.
What Glenda told me made me silent.

"The witch," she said
already lives here,
a citizen of the realm.
She worships
an established god who defends her."

Then Glenda took
her sympathetic, far-away pose and whispered,
"You, my poor dear
are just a landless stranger."