They taught you fear of shadows deep
Of whispers riding on the breeze
They showed you hags with souls to reap
And twisted takes to ill appease
You learned to dread the midnight dance
The cauldrons brew
The judging glance
Of those who watched the embers glow
For it was not the accused one's plea
Nor the spells they wove in secret nights
That brought the gallows twisted tree
And snuffed out innocent fridge lights
Fear those who piled the pyre high
Who claimed God's word with burning breath
Their righteous rage, a hollow cry
They were the architects of death
So tremble not for those
Who met a fiery doom
But fear the wicked souls
Who sealed them in a tomb
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Author:
Twilight (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you think of the Salem witch trials, you may think men burned the evil devil-worshipping witches who ruled over Salem. But that story was told by the ones who burned the women and children alive. We were taught to fear the ones who deserved to burn, but who is to say that they deserved it? They were innocent women burned alive, and the way their story gets passed on is that they were witches. Nothing more, nothing less, their life had less meaning because they were "witches."
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Comments1
Symbolic of all that are tormented and tortured by society. We are judgmental by our own distorted point of view assuming it to be correct. This poem makes its point poetically. Nicely written. For those of us that don't believe in witches these were people that because they were different or for political reasons were condemned. We do the same today not with witches but any that are different and instead of hanging or burning them ostracize, ridicule and torment them. Sad world.
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