The Salem Witch Trials

July 25, 2015

I wasn't a witch,

but that's what they said,

I'm a danger to them,

off with my head.

Is it true,

that I deserved to die?

Was I witch?

No, it was a lie.

All I could do was cry

that I wasn't a witch,

but they wouldn't believe me.

I could've screamed, pleaded, begged

but they wouldn't see,

I wasn't a witch,

I won't ever be.

"She's a witch!"

No, I'm not,

But maybe I am.

"She's practicing witchcraft"

No, I'm not,

But maybe I can,

And maybe I will.

If I was as powerful as they accused me of being,

why weren't they fleeing until the accusation?

"Kill me, go ahead, off with my head, but you will all pay!"

I was a witch, yes, and they saw the powers built deep within me.

I was a witch, wasn't I supposed to be?

Yes, they all listened to me,

coo and cackle,

they locked me in shackles,

but they could never control my rage.

I was a witch, wasn't I?

(this isn't very good, but at least I try.)

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