There once was a town that cried Witch,
Buildings of people that liked to snitch.
“Witch!” They cried but begged did she;
“Nor I a witch as much as he!”
There was not a thing to do, but she struggled and cried.
“I don’t have to die for you to know iv’e got nothing to hide!”
The town gathered rope, stakes, forks, and fire,
“Let’s see if she burns and make her a liar!”
She kicked and scratched at everyone’s faces,
She felt the rough rope as it tightened in places.
“You cannot do this as we share the same God!”
“I’d stop talking witch.” the men said with a nod.
She was tied around the post as he whispered her ear,
“I will inherit your property, your money, my dear.”
The crowd left, the smoke dissipated in the air,
“You knew she wasn’t a witch but you didn’t care,”
“I now own a house, and piles of jewels,
it was not my fault that you were all fools”
The town of Salem was cursed again that day,
an innocent stood where an ash pile now lay.
Written by Kyle Dixon
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