Witch - Poem by Audrey O'shea
Her hands bound tightly with ropes, her back tied up to the stake,
everything drained, all the hopes, please tell me
that this is all fake!
Being accused from someone saying one word,
I don't say anything and nothing is heard.
As they search my body for the
devils stitch, in the crowd I hear them chant 'Witch, '
Why can't we live in peace? I wish all the lying
would just cease. Herbs and spices is only a thing,
wandering the woods listening to the birds sing, I won't curse
your city, I won't curse your town, it is such a pity,
With the word witchcraft they frown.
As they set the fire and it consumes me whole,
they chant, 'Back to the devil goes your soul, ' I am innocent
though I do not plead, the goddess will deal with them
while they think they succeed.
Someone claims they saw me working with spells, they
lied and will go to hell. I'll take my sentence with
alot of pride, while my family sat there and cried. they live their lives knowing they did something wrong, a scatch that will be tempted to itch but i was strong while you fools chanted
They think if I confess, my soul maybe put to rest, but what's the point in what i say i will die anyway, so many people will die this painful way all because of something someone had to say, i won't say a word knowing i did nothing wrong, but if a real witch
could take it, i guess i will be strong.........
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